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They are in LA and instead of finding the most photogenic spots of the city and even more stunning buildings and sights, Kibum was dragged into a shop of all places. It’s not even a remarkable one. If Kibum wanted to, he would be able to find a similar one within walking distance of his new home, that is if he actually were home.
Kibum could munch on local street food, go people-watching or chat with random strangers about anything and nothing.
No, here he is in not just a random shop but a pet shop. Kibum does not need to be here. But Minho had insisted he come along anyway.
Reluctantly, Kibum had let Minho take his hand and drag him with him. Of course, Kibum had pretended, all the way from their hotel to the shop, where they had picked up their rented car, to the pet shop’s entry doors that he loathed the mere thought of indulging Minho once again.
Right this moment, Minho is truly browsing through the options that are right in front of him as if he were trying to find someone a gift to officially ask them to be his partner. Really, he looks just that focused and serious right now.
Kibum is not endeared by any means.
“They would suit the boys so much.” Minho, also known as the uncle of said boys, now says as he is crouching down in front of the displayed dog collars.
According to Minho, he had heard about this place from a friend who had travelled here and if one of Minho’s gym buddies says this is a good place to shop for one’s furry babies, then it must be true, right?
Kibum smiles to himself thinking about Minho and his endless enthusiasm when it comes to spreading love and joy. Even now, Minho looks like the overexcited puppy who did not quite get the memo that he is not lapdog sized anymore. All that is missing right now is a wagging tail and a lolling tongue.
What a truly intriguing mental image.
Internally counting to ten, Kibum has to bite back the reply that could maybe contain any of these words drawing a parallel between Minho’s behavior and that of a puppy. Minho makes a rather good puppy - no, that’s a thought for a different place and a different time, Kibum should not say anything for the time being. This is a wholesome moment and not one that needs his dirty-minded input.
Minho is trying to be nice. He is always trying to be nice. Gift-giving is one of his most obvious signs of affection. Showering Kibum, as well as Kibum’s babies, with gifts is just what Minho has done for ages. At this point, it would probably weird both of them out if he just stopped doing what he usually does out of nowhere.
Kibum does not say any of this either because sometimes it is so much better to just keep quiet.
“What do you think, yeobo?”
The collar Minho points at is made out of tan leather, beige stitching and metal fittings. It’s quite pretty. The dog tag on it is a simple circle. Even so, it should not catch Kibum’s eye in the way it does. The entire thing is by no means special and yet Kibum admires it anyway due to a random sense of sentimentality that washes over him.
The warm colours somehow remind Kibum of all kinds of baked goods he got to try in all the years he has been travelling the world thanks to his profession. Partially it’s also thanks to Minho, after all he has been part of Kibum’s life and profession for many years by now.
Kibum thinks of the tea he got to drink in London and the still warm scones he stole right of Minho’s hands many, many years ago. He thinks of how he was meant to get his own things and make his way to his own hostel to spend the night there, away from Minho.
What happened instead is etched into Kibum’s memory, deeply enough for him to be able to pretend everything went as planned without any consequences to their personal and professional relationship whatsoever.
Half their lives they have known each other.
It feels so strange to look at a dog collar and to be struck by just how long and intimately they have known each other at this particular moment in time.
Of course Minho ends up buying the collar. Singular. Not two but just a single one.
On their way out of the pet shop, Kibum asks Minho to hand him the little paper bag the dog collar had been placed in by the cashier at the shop. While Minho jogs back to the shop because he apparently forgot something, which Kibum commented on with nothing else other than a raised brow, Kibum makes good use of the car’s AC.
Sitting inside the car and without Minho being able to see Kibum’s reaction he cannot tease him about it when Kibum smiles at the feeling of the leather under his hands once he gets the collar out of the paper it had been wrapped in.
Holding it feels like a trip to the past.
Chilly air and rain-soaked streets, Kibum was aware of where he would end up. He knew what he would get himself into. It's different from what he had expected.
London is not nearly as bright and colourful as Kibum had anticipated. It is still a beautiful city, when one knows the right parts and the right paths to travel. It is big and loud and crowded just like any other capital city.
That much seems universal at least.
Portobello Road is quite pretty however. The infamous street that leads to the bookshop Kibum had been wanting to see for years does not disappoint. There are so many pretty and colourful house fronts and all kinds of small shops.
Rent here must be incredibly high, Kibum finds himself thinking when he passes yet another group of tourists chatting in yet another language he has not heard all day. He has heard many languages, some of which he couldn’t place at all. Kibum is not surprised however, this is one of the most infamous places to visit in London, if one is a movie and book lover after all. Or maybe, just like the other members always say, Kibum is just a huge nerd and romcom lover.
Kibum does not really try to prove the opposite. He does love love and romance and romantic movies where either one of the leading character’s grand gestures lead to a fairytale-style romance and happy ending.
Kibum expected more from his trip here anyway. After having learnt that one of his favourite movie locations doesn’t really exist in real life, Kibum just stood at the side of the road and watched as people walked by while he tried to downplay his disappointment. Before the cameras started rolling again, Kibum had chatted with the staff members, mostly the camera crew, who accompanied him for the day.
It is calm and nice and exciting to be here anyway.
Faintly, Kibum wonders what Minho is up to.
Kibum eventually gives Minho a call and only half-heartedly pretends he does so because of his big heart as a hyung when he is asking Minho to eat with him.
After the excitement of the day, the ups and downs of it, Kibum longs for familiarity.
Minho argues that they are meant to go on individual trips. He even tries to explain what going solo means and Kibum would like to hiss at him. But they are still equipped with their mics and it means they are still filming. A good part of their banter is solely for the cameras.
“What do you want?” Kibum tries so hard to not beam at Minho asking him that.
It’s Minho’s way of showing that every single thing he said before that was indeed just banter. He rarely hides it and that is why they both know that Minho has way too much fun riling Kibum up. He probably has even more fun making Kibum shout and blush.
Right this moment, Kibum is very much not blushing, or so Kibum tells himself, as he pats himself mentally on the back for once again having gotten Minho to go along with his plans.
Minho is way too sweet for a guy who gets constantly read as the strong, silent and also as the straight brooder type.
In truth, as Kibum knows by now, Minho is hardly even one of these things.
Kibum does not look into the grinning faces of the crew while he tries to call Minho when it is roughly eight in the evening. It’s cold, he is freezing and he feels a bit as if he had been stood up by a date.
Even if neither one of them is entirely into women, there is just no way Kibum would ever actually go out with Choi Minho of all people.
Minho is polite and charming but he acts like that with basically everyone he meets. Kibum is hardly special since Minho basically treats everyone the way he treats Kibum.
While he is freezing, trying to not curse in front of the cameras and at the same time trying to get a hold of Minho, Kibum cannot say that the sudden “Ya!” behind him does not make his heart flutter.
In his dark coat and acting all nonchalant, Minho does resemble one of the devastatingly handsome romance novel and movie main characters Kibum adores so much.
Kibum is so relieved to see Minho that he automatically acts cute without even caring for there being other people around as well as cameras which will capture this moment in time.
Kibum notices how Minho looks him up and down and the moment he takes in how Kibum is not even close to being dressed appropriately for the current weather.
“Hey, there you are.” Kibum says softly and he then lets Minho nag at him and go through his shopping bags as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
To the two of them it actually is normal.
Whenever they go shopping together, Minho is brutally honest whenever Kibum steps out of a shop’s changing room to present his chosen items of clothing to Minho. In turn, Minho takes him in, looks at Kibum from all sides and then does not even think of sugar-coating just what he thinks. Despite his sometimes harsh words and opinions, Minho never fails to carry Kibum’s bags for him whenever Kibum does end up buying one clothing item or another.
“You look cute.” or “You look handsome.” are just two possible compliments Minho tends to give Kibum and they are rare enough for Kibum to treasure them greatly because he knows Minho really does mean those words if he actually says them out loud.
To not get dragged for his shopping habits, not even in jest, Kibum points at the Tower of London ice rink. It’s his main reason for trying to get Minho to come here. Pretending to only want to grab a bite with Minho was a sure way to get him to be summoned to this place.
Minho truly is quite food-motivated, a bit like a dog maybe. It’s a good thing that Kibum knows a lot about food and Minho’s culinary preferences and just how to get under his skin.
It comes in handy, for Kibum at least, that he knows just how to push Minho’s buttons.
Once they are actually on the ice, Minho, of course, seems to have to prove the reason why he is called the All-Around Athlete Idol. He is literally already halfway across the rink the moment Kibum starts to think about how he is maybe ready to actually start skating without falling over and landing on his butt.
After a few rounds, Kibum is steady enough to move all by himself. He hasn’t done this in ages. Naturally Minho just succeeds and makes ice skating as natural as he does basically every other sport he tries out.
They play around and giggle together. It’s so much fun, despite Kibum coming close to crashing more than once.
At one point, they have found a certain dynamic that works for both of them. Minho catches Kibum by holding onto his hips nearly every single time Kibum starts stumbling. When he doesn’t grab him by the waist, Minho holds onto Kibum’s hand instead.
There might not be much footage for their staff to actually use for their series with how far away from them Minho and Kibum are while they skate together. But maybe that’s a good thing. It would maybe look a bit weird for two friends to act quite like people who are not just friends. Kibum does not have time to second-guess how he touches Minho because Minho approaches him without a doubt, again and again as if he were not even remotely thinking about how it could come across that he keeps touching Kibum without much space between them.
They spot one of the many couples on the rink probably at the same time. For a moment, Kibum shoves his worries away and genuinely thinks it’s sweet that Minho takes his hands and starts skating backwards while he pulls Kibum along.
They are friends. Friends can be close like this.
Getting interrupted by three ladies who are all making eyes at Minho feels like the universe gently but firmly reminding Kibum that he is not out on a date with a wonderful guy who is just his type.
Right, friends. They are friends.
Kibum does not know how to deal with the women’s straightforwardness. He does not know how to tell them he does not really want them here, to be crowding Minho the way they do.
Kibum cannot say that up until now, he felt as if Minho were enjoying himself and holding onto his hands just as much as Kibum held onto Minho’s.
Kibum is not jealous nor possessive. He has been telling himself that for long enough now that he almost believes it to be true.
When they apparently don’t get what they came for, the three women leave and without knowing it, they take a good part of Kibum’s joy with them.
The fantasy of being able to date a guy out in the open, of holding his hand for everyone to see, of touching him in chaste yet unmistakable flirty ways, all of it comes crashing to a halt because Kibum remembers that he cannot really have any of this.
Not back at home and especially not with Minho.
They cannot and should not date each other because they are friends, nothing more.
Later, as is so often the case, when they decide what to eat, Minho and Kibum play rock-paper-scissors to figure out who gets to pick a restaurant or pub.
Going by his losing streak, Kibum should have known the result even before he agreed to the game because, of course, Minho wins.
Minho wants pizza, so pizza they get, not just for themselves but for the entire film crew.
Kibum offers to cut Minho’s pizza slices for him but he struggles with the knife. It’s not even taken as an offence when Minho reaches for Kibum’s hand and lets him transfer the knife to him without a single word needing to be exchanged between them.
It’s late when they finally get ready to leave and to step out into the cold and bustling streets of London.
The staff members, who are holding cameras, just walk alongside and around them. There is no need to actually film every single moment of the day.
Kibum is so cold right now. Minho notices. He always does. Minho not only notices when he annoys Kibum but also when Kibum needs something but doesn’t want to say it.
Minho’s coat is warm and soft (Kibum especially likes being able to breathe in Minho’s scent while he wears it) and so is the scarf Minho wrapped around Kibum’s neck to warm him up even faster. Kibum tries so hard not to let anyone, least of all Minhho, notice how he leaned his head down a little to be able to catch even just the hint of Minho’s deodorant on the fabric.
The staff members leave in small groups and the number of people they walk with gets smaller and smaller as everyone starts going their own ways and eventually it’s just Minho and Kibum left.
They take the next tube that will take them back to Minho’s sleeping place because Kibum still has his luggage stored away there. They have to stand quite close because there are no free seats and quite a lot of people are still out. They are likely to commute from one place to the other, partying or whatever else their reasons for taking the tube might be.
Kibum does not care that he must look a bit out of place while he holds onto Minho’s arm which Minho in turn uses to hold onto one of the rails above their heads.
The train comes to a standstill and Kibum’s hand slips off of Minho’s arm. He has his other hand full with his shopping bags. He gasps, already bracing himself for crashing into the barrier right next to the door they are standing closest to.
It is only thanks to Minho wrapping his arm around Kibum’s side and Minho pulling him close against his body that Kibum doesn’t get hurt.
“You okay?” Minho asks, just loud enough to be heard by Kibum and no one else.
Kibum feels himself flush and he nods. He is still drowning in Minho’s coat and surrounded by his scent, held safely in Minho’s arms. Minho looks at him as if Kibum’s well-being were the most important thing right now.
Minho truly reminds Kibum of a loyal guard dog. He would surely bite and go after anyone, if only with words, who dared to cross Kibum.
“Good boy.” Kibum mumbles under his breath while he stares at the breast pocket of his own jean jacket which he swapped out for the much warmer coat.
Right now, Minho wears it as if he had picked it out himself and he has not complained about being cold himself even once. They are wearing each other's jackets. No one else gets to have that right this moment. Just Kibum.
Kibum feels content, safe and warm and loved and connected to Minho in ways he won't even try to describe in words, in fear of these feelings being too much, too intense.
“What?” Kibum asks.
“Nothing.” Minho says back.
There are so many people around them. They are not at all alone in the carriage. For all Kibum knows, they are probably also being filmed and can be seen on several surveillance cameras and screens right now.
Kibum glances to the side and up at the map that shows how many stops they are still away from their destination. He wants this journey to be over as quickly as possible but also for it to go on for so much longer than it actually will.
Minho leans in then and his fingers twitch against Kibum's back, almost as if he were nervous.
“Minho?” Kibum asks, unsure what Minho is trying to do.
“I had so much fun today.” Minho says right next to Kibum’s ear and his breath against Kibum’s neck tickles, Kibum can feel it despite still wearing Minho’s scarf.
“Anytime.” Kibum replies, trying and certainly failing to sound emotionally stable and distanced and not as if the most stunning man he has ever known were holding him safe in his arms and speaking to him as if he has had the time of his life today.
“Do you really have to stay at that guest house?”
It’s the all-deciding question that ruins Kibum for good.
Kibum looks up to find Minho is already looking at him. He is looking down, if only a little as Kibum notices. Their slight height difference has always done something funny to Kibum but right now it just makes him giddy in a way he does not want to think about any further.
Minho looks at Kibum in a way that is both foreign and also not new at all.
If Kibum did not know for sure that Minho already ate a lot, Kibum would say the emotion in Minho’s eyes was nothing else other than pure hunger.
“Minho,” Kibum answers and he knows he sounds pained and pleased and scared, so, so scared, “we can’t.”
Not again. Not even here, so far away from anyone they know.
Minho leans even closer then and it must surely look as if they were a couple sweetly holding onto one another, uncaring for whether there are people around them who could be appalled by two men showing such a public display of affection.
“The ball is in your court now.” Minho tells Kibum, acknowledging he heard him but ignoring the meaning of his words.
Under other circumstances, Kibum would be mildly annoyed at Minho’s choice of words because seriously, does he really have to make sports-related puns even now.
But Kibum knows that in just a few hours, Minho will have to travel quite a distance and that Kibum himself has other plans as well. They both should have vastly different plans, yet they cannot get away from this, whatever it is, between them.
They are friends, yet months ago, it was Minho who had kissed Kibum first. Kibum had told him to not act too fast or to run into things. Naturally, they ended up diving into this uncertain new thing way too fast and way too far. Now, Kibum feels as if he were drowning in it.
Now, Kibum is in too deep to actually deny Minho anything anymore. Minho should know better anyway.
“Kibum, it was my turn last time. What’s your decision now?”
Minho stays insistent and stubborn as ever. He is not being pushy, just unwilling to let Kibum pretend he isn’t willfully avoiding having to answer.
If Minho were any other man, Kibum would shove him away. He would accuse him of only wanting his body and of wanting to get inside him as fast as he possibly can, only then to drop him and never talk to him again.
But Minho is not any other man. Minho is Minho.
From an outside perspective it probably looks as if they were only hooking up.
They are not just looking for sex, so it’s not like that. A few kisses, some handjobs here and there, a quick frotting session on either one of their beds back at the dorm while everyone else was elsewhere, that’s all they can actually have besides the fragile friendship they have built over the years.
It’s everything Kibum allowed himself to have or ask for because Minho is Minho and he cannot lose him.
Of course, Minho wanting to take Kibum back to a place where they could spend a night together sounds tempting but it also sounds too good to be true.
Clear communication and clear directions.
The tap against the shoulder was already enough for Kibum, he didn’t really need Minho telling him he would be right back. They understand each other, even without having to explain everything anymore.
Kibum taps his fingers against the passenger seat’s door as he waits for Minho to return.
Here, in LA, Kibum once again gets the chance to chat with native English speakers. Some of their local slang is totally lost on him regardless. He was already glad enough to know what passenger princess means and he claims this word all too gladly for himself.
Kibum is no dainty princess in need of a hulking Prince Charming type of guy, who hauls him to safety when there’s a dragon or other beast getting far too close for comfort.
If either one of them would actually be a princess, it would be Minho. He seems so strong yet, in truth, Minho is so easily breakable (not that Kibum actually thinks a princess would be weak by any means, to him being in touch with one’s emotions isn’t weakness but the opposite).
Minho cries at any given opportunity, a cute video of a baby animal, a lovely old couple holding hands while they out on a walk, a sputtering attempt on Kibum’s side to woo Minho despite them having been going steady for years, there are so many things that get Minho to tear up and smile happily.
Minho is no true gym bro or a jock either. He just loves exercise and trying out new things.
It’s just that Kibum has way too much fun getting on Minho’s nerves when he complains about how one single person should not be trying out every sport under the sun. At the same time, Minho smiles fondly at Kibum listing so many details he has learnt of all the kinds of sports Minho is interested in.
They learn about each other’s interests and keep cheering each other on.
When Minho eventually returns, he pats his pants pocket as if to make sure what he bought wasn’t forgotten at the checkout counter, before he fastens his seat belt. Minho does not start the car immediately but instead he looks over his shoulder but not to do a shoulder check.
There is no one around and Minho looks at Kibum then, asking for what he wants with just his eyes alone.
“No,” Kibum rejects him, yet accompanied by a soft and gentle little smile of his own, “I won’t, not even when we’re abroad.”
Minho knows that Kibum won’t kiss him, not even when they are relatively well hidden from view. They are still in a public area and Kibum won’t take any risks.
“Later?” Minho asks, sounding hopeful.
A hum of agreement is all the answer Minho gets. He seems content enough with that as he finally starts the engine. A random English pop song starts playing on the radio. The singer is one of the female solo artists Minho likes a lot and he immediately starts singing along.
Kibum has his hand on Minho’s upper thigh all the way to the place they want to eat at. Minho’s thigh is muscular and warm under Kibum’s touch. He cannot wait to get his hands on Minho, to get him out of his pants and underwear and to feel those strong thighs around him.
They take their respective places, order and then eat mostly in comfortable silence.
At one point, they belatedly remember to take some photographs as well. Some of them are just silly poses while both of them are wearing their sunglasses. Those are pictures for their fans. Other photographs are more sweet and ones which Kibum does not even think about sharing with anyone else other than with Minho and maybe some of the people they are closest to.
“I’ve got something for you,” Minho then tells Kibum while Kibum scrolls through his phone to inspect the result of their impromptu little photo session, “Palm up, please.”
Kibum raises a brow but he doesn’t say anything when Minho reaches into his pocket and pulls a tiny present wrapped in tissue paper out of his pocket.
Minho drops the gift right in Kibum’s outstretched hand and seems uncharacteristically coy while he does so. Kibum is now even more intrigued.
Minho had given Kibum all kinds of sex toys and sexy clothes over the years, for both of them to use and wear. Usually, he isn’t shy about anything he wants or wants to do with Kibum.
Now, Minho’s ears are tinted red and he looks down at the table between them as if the bright red of it were the most beautiful colour he has ever seen. Kibum looks back down at the present and carefully unwraps it.
“Oh, Minho.” Kibum says, suddenly getting all choked up over the slightly glimmering silver dog tag with an engraved snowflake on one side, “Thank you, jagija, I love it.”
“You do?”
Kibum wipes at his eyes with one hand and grabs one of Minho’s hands with the other. He squeezes it, gently and reassuringly.
“I do, my love, I really do.”
Then, when he looks up again, Minho coughs in surprise when Kibum takes out and wraps the dog collar around his wrist. Of course Kibum had brought it with him. He had just been waiting for the right time to reveal and put it on.
“Now, we’re matching.” Kibum tells Minho, referring to the bracelets wrapped around Minho’s wrist, as he takes in the flustered expression on his partner’s face.
Minho really is so pretty when he gets all shy and starts blushing and it only increases when Kibum says, “You can be my master today.”
It’s their insider that Minho is kind of the dog between the two of them.
They do not have fixed roles however, not in their personal life at least and even less so in the bedroom.
Kibum is not good with asking for what he wants, at least not when he is in bed with Minho. He much rather shows than tells or makes lewd jokes than say what he wants.
It’s good that Minho knows that.
They pay for their meal and Kibum trails after Minho. He keeps up with the inside joke of either one of them following the other like an obedient puppy. When Minho opens the car door for Kibum, he touches his shoulder and then keeps his hand at the door to protect Kibum from accidentally hitting his head.
What a good guard, what a display of loyalty and care.
Kibum chuckles to himself after Minho closes his door for him. He is so weak for Minho. It’s such a considerate gesture. Minho does things like this all the time but now, it makes Kibum’s stomach feel all warm and his fingers start to get clammy in anticipation because he knows those actions have a special meaning when they are done for Kibum.
After so many years of them having been together, Kibum should not get nervous anymore. But he does get nervous because being with Minho is still nerve wrecking and exciting, in all the right ways.
They take the car back to the shop and Kibum lets Minho talk with the salesperson. Kibum does not jump in and try to help when he has not been asked to help. Minho’s English is good, even if Minho still doubts it sometimes. He can hold conversations and convey what he wants to talk about and that’s all he needs. Being able to use big words isn’t everything.
The salesperson beams at them when Kibum tells them he loves their bright hair colour and the sweet family picture they have displayed on their desk.
“You’re a cute couple.” Minho adds while he looks at the picture that shows the salesperson and another person in matching suits with rainbow bowties and two older couples standing on either side of them. It must have been their wedding picture or something similar.
It really is a cute moment captured in time.
“Well, thank you, if I may say so, so are you,” the salesperson answers and they smile at both Minho and Kibum, “I hope you’ll visit my family’s shop again. Have a nice day.”
“Thank you, you too.”
“You too, thanks.”
Minho chuckles when they both say nearly the same thing at the same time.
Kibum feels as if he gained some new energy. Moments like this one, they are ones he cherishes a lot. It’s nice meeting visibly queer people out in the open and to interact with them while they correctly read him as queer as well.
Outside the shop, Minho offers Kibum his arm and Kibum takes it with a look over his shoulder. He is not being cautious like Minho was before. Through the windows of the shop, Kibum sees the salesperson whom they just talked to and he raises his hand and lightly waves at them.
Their smile is so joyful that it makes Kibum smile back with just as much enthusiasm.
Kibum turns back around to look at Minho and once again, he feels his heart skip a beat at the soft and fond emotions coursing through Minho’s eyes.
Minho is an open book to Kibum. He shows his love for Kibum without a hint of a doubt darkening his gaze. Kibum knows he looks back at Minho with matching sentiments. They do not doubt each other, especially not when it comes to their feelings for each other.
Kibum does not let go of Minho’s arm. Minho doesn’t let go either.
They walk back to their hotel since it’s barely a few streets. If they get a few odd looks, it’s probably because they chose to walk rather than to use any other means of transportation or maybe people around here just don’t go on walks that often. Perhaps some odd looks are because they are two men but for once, Kibum doesn’t find it within himself to care about that.
For Kibum, quiet walks are rare, even if Kibum proudly calls himself a dog parent. Or maybe the walks he goes on are rarely quiet ones precisely because he calls himself a dog parent.
Still, not entirely related to that, Kibum is used to misunderstandings caused by people’s differences and random strangers wondering why others act the way they do.
These days, Kibum no longer cares all that much about what other people think about him.
In his professional life, Kibum follows his artistic visions and in his personal life, he spends time with his loved ones, his family and chosen family included.
There are more important things to think about than to wonder if everyone around Kibum will like him just the way he is.
Back at the hotel, they take the elevator. It’s empty except for the two of them.
Still standing side by side, Minho leans his head against Kibum’s and closes his eyes for a moment.
Even if it’s tempting to lean in and to kiss Minho right now, Kibum knows they are far too old and cautious for makeout sessions in public spaces. Still Kibum needs some kind of skin contact, so he rubs his thumb lightly over Minho’s arm. Kibum does it to soothe his partner as well as himself with the silent reminder that they have almost made it back to Minho’s hotel room. It’s actually their shared room because Kibum uses his own only to store his luggage there but he sleeps here in this other room, with Minho.
When the door falls closed behind them, Minho is already pulling his shirt over his head. He doesn’t even take off his cap which gets pulled down with the shirt. Both items of clothing land in a tangled mess on the floor.
Kibum watches as Minho comes to stand in front of him and it takes years worth of practice for Kibum to not pinch Minho’s nipples. Minho would yelp in surprise and pain and it would be such a pretty sound.
Kibum looks away, if only for a moment, to get rid of his pants. Still, Kibum doesn’t want to miss all too much and he looks back at Minho just in time to see him pat at the front pocket of his jeans, most likely to make sure he actually brought a packet of lube.
Kibum would not mind if Minho fucked him open with his tongue, using only his spit. But lube makes everything so much easier. Condoms are always a good option, too.
“What?” Minho asks, fully aware Kibum is watching him and he is not at all self conscious while he reaches for his belt.
The movement makes Minho’s arms flex nicely and Kibum kind of wants to bite them.
Kibum strolls over towards the double bed and while he does, he tries to seem unimpressed. He knows he fails drastically. Even so, deciding to play along, Minho huffs in fake annoyance and Kibum grins to himself, entirely aware Minho cannot see his expression right now and yet Minho knows how to read Kibum like an open book anyway.
Making Minho work for it, mostly for Kibum’s attention, is always such a thrilling thing to do.
This time, Minho does not react any further to the bait.
However, just when Kibum is about to drape himself over the bed, Minho grabs Kibum from behind and around the waist. He pulls him back and flush against his chest. Then, Minho doesn’t move any further other than by placing his hands on either side of Kibum’s hips.
Kibum looks down and he quite likes the view: he has always had a thing for Minho’s hands, especially when they are touching him. He likes how Minho can envelop him entirely. It’s also such a mesmerizing sight to have Minho spread out for him, waiting for Kibum’s fingers to spread him until he can take his dick, sometimes even at once.
Kibum feels himself twitch at the thought. Even so, he really doesn’t have a preference right now.
“Do you want me to fuck you from behind?” Minho asks right then next to Kibum’s ear, as if he had heard his thoughts, and Kibum hums as he snuggles back against Minho’s chest.
“Or does hyung want me to get the lube and do it right here, should I fuck hyung’s thighs?”
Minho is in that naughty brat mood of his.
Kibum actually thinks about it. Both? Both options sound good.
Kibum hums again as he pushes his ass back against Minho’s crotch. He gets answered with Minho’s hands tightening their grip just enough for Kibum to feel it. Minho is so hard already and Kibum would not be surprised if he could feel him leak precum if they keep standing and especially if he keeps moving like this.
Kibum reaches for Minho’s head and he turns his own just enough around that they can kiss. He licks into Minho’s mouth and Minho meets him just as eagerly with his own tongue. They taste each other and kiss without a hurry in the world.
Minho ruts against Kibum’s ass and Minho’s resulting tiny groans are the most beautiful thing to Kibum’s ears. Kibum loves capturing the taste of Minho’s desperation right out of his mouth and to taste him on his tongue. Kibum loves the feeling of Minho around and against him.
Most of all, Kibum loves Minho. To Kibum, this love is more important than even their sex life.
Minho would be so smug about it.
He would be so soft and teary-eyed as well if Kibum were to tell him he loves him no matter what. They talk about what they want, yet right now talking about their feelings is far from Kibum’s mind. Kibum wants to touch and to taste.
Speaking of tasting, there is something Minho had hinted at wanting to do and who is Kibum to say no when he loves it so much to have Minho willing to eat him out as if he were the most exquisite meal.
Minho once even tried to make a joke about it while they were out in public and Kibum had elbowed him so hard in the side that he had felt guilty about it even hours later. He had given his partner a massage as an apology and yet, whenever they do this, meaning when Minho asks Kibum to sit on his face, Kibum is always so terrified of accidentally hurting Minho.
A trip to the hospital is not really what Kibum wants to end this outing slash date with. It would, for sure, not be the first time. They have had to cancel dates due to injury or conflicting schedules in the past, though Kibum would rather not repeat any of that.
Kibum’s train of thought gets slightly derailed for a moment or two because of how tempting Minho’s dick looks at this point.
For real, Kibum really shouldn’t be thinking about all the times they had to rush to get dressed again after things had gotten heated, to then get to practice and pretend they had not just been all over each other. He should also not think about the unpleasant kind of accidents that could happen inside and outside the bedroom.
The more pleasant accidents are so much nicer to think about after all. Kibum lightly grins at the thought of either one of them maybe coming too soon. Maybe today he can simply talk dirty to Minho and get him off without touching him at all. It wouldn’t be the first time.
After all, Minho is always so into whatever they do together. He is not the only one because even after so many years together, especially after so many of them as a couple, Kibum still gets excited and aroused as if they were still in their honeymoon phase.
Minho’s flushed skin, the already reddened tip of his dick as well as the prominent veins on it are a welcome distraction from whatever else Kibum could be thinking about. He loves to have Minho’s dick in his hands, to feel it grow and get slightly bigger between his fingers. Kibum loves playing with Minho’s balls, to lightly massage and knead them until Minho is clinging onto him, in need of more.
Kibum loves to watch Minho’s eyes fall closed as he goes down on him. It’s always this first initial reaction whenever Kibum merely puts his hands around him before doing anything else. In a way, Kibum has trained Minho well.
Maybe Minho solely reacts like this because he knows what comes after. He is not the only one looking forward to being intimate. Minho always looks so handsome with Kibum’s fingers forming a circle around his dick or around his neck. Here, Kibum really isn’t picky in whichever way he gets Minho’s breath to falter.
As much as Kibum would love to put the newly acquired collar around Minho’s neck, he knows he wouldn’t want anything other than himself causing Minho to get breathless right now.
Maybe, if Minho is up for it later, Kibum could use his hand around his throat instead.
For now, Kibum can see how flushed Minho already is and he is so eager to please once again, like a puppy who has just learnt a new trick.
What kind of master would Kibum be then, if he did not reward his beloved puppy?