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For all the noise of their lives up to that point - the music, the fame, the never-ending bickering - the turning point is surprisingly sedate.
"Kibum-ah."
It's a day like any other, but slower. Slow enough for Kibum to appreciate the way Minho looks at him. The way he speaks, when there's no one else to hear it.
His face is worn. His smile is gentle. His hand is warm where it rests on Kibum's.
When he leans over and kisses the top of Kibum's head, it doesn't feel like any of the other times he's done something like that. It's not an outlet for a post-concert high, or some kind of dare, or anything more or less than what it is.
It's a kiss. An expression of love.
It'll still be a fight, Kibum knows. Has known, in a way, since the terror of that first meeting all those years ago. They've built this pattern, day after day, comeback after comeback, argument after argument (after argument, after argument, after argument-). There's no reason to expect that would change now, not after all this time.
But Kibum's in his thirties now. And that's old enough to suspect this may be what he's wanted all along.
"Hush."
Kibum lets himself hold Minho's hand. He kisses Minho's shoulder, over his shirt.
He imagines they'll have to talk about it at some point. Fight about it, even. What this will mean to both of them, and to SHINee.
But, for now, Kibum lets it be. They hold hands, in this rare quiet, and allow the love they've built to breathe.
In spite of everything, their relationship continues to be… quiet. Comparatively, at least, because there's still their careers, and the fame, and the constant, low-level bickering.
But they kiss now, sometimes, so. That's something.
It's kind of the only thing, to Kibum's surprise. He's not upset by it, exactly, because each kiss remains as sweet and heartfelt as that first one, but... that's also all they are. There's no heat, really. No obvious tension, or any indication the two of them could do more than kiss.
And, as they lounge together on Kibum's couch watching some new juniors bluster their way through a reality program from hell, Kibum is beginning to wonder about that. Choi Minho, who meets every challenge he encounters with the intensity of a thousand suns, who never gives 100% when he could give 200%, who lives life to the fullest no matter what, only ever kisses Kibum politely.
Does Minho not know men could do more than kiss? It seems unlikely, but Kibum remembers learning about gay sex from three frames of porn shot on a gramophone and whatever his partners knew coming in. That information was hard to find, growing up, and he could see Minho not bothering to seek it out if he wasn't as desperately interested as Kibum was. Maybe Minho still doesn't know what two men could get up to, all by their lonesome.
No, no, Kibum thinks, ever so slightly shaking his head as it rests against Minho's shoulder. Cultural homophobia and/or working in entertainment would've taken care of that. Minho's probably got an idea of the basics, dicks and assholes and such. And he's definitely had sex with women before, unless that pregnancy scare back in - 2013? 2014? God, they're getting old - was some kind of 4D chess move to hide his inexperience from everyone else. Minho's not stupid, Kibum knows, but he's also not out here playing 4D chess.
Well, maybe Minho's just not interested in sex in general? The world's big enough for that now, Kibum's heard, big enough for people who want to be loved and maybe held but don't find sex particularly motivating.
Right before Kibum can figure out how to respectfully begin a line of questioning, his phone buzzes. When he looks down, he finds his most recent flavor of the month is asking for a repeat performance.
Which he immediately decides to make Minho's problem.
"Are we exclusive?" Kibum asks, and even as the words leave his mouth he can hear the argument he's trying to start. Goddammit.
"Of course," Minho says, already offended because of course he is, Kibum, you idiot-
"Oh, of course??" Kibum says, sitting up. "Were you planning on doing anything about it?"
"What do you mean?!" Minho says, loudly bewildered, "We're- we're together, aren't we?"
"Well, I'm sure I don't know!" Kibum says, exasperated. "Are we?"
"You do know! And we are!" Minho shouts. Kibum shushes him before their raised voices can activate the kids.
"Then I repeat - are you planning on doing something about it?" Kibum hisses. Minho makes a face equal parts angry and confused, so Kibum spreads his arms and quickly gestures up and down in the vague direction of his body, trying to subtly suggest the nubile flesh Minho seems all too willing to ignore.
Minho narrows his eyes for a moment, then - "What are you talking about?"
Kibum turns his face to the ceiling. God, why did it have to be Choi Minho?
"Do. You. Want. To. Fuck. Me?" Kibum demands, as quietly as he can manage.
Minho freezes for a moment. Then his eyes get even narrower, if anything.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"I asked first!"
Minho's face relaxes enough for him to roll his eyes. "Grow up."
"You fir-!" Kibum catches himself shouting and closes his eyes. Breathes. Counts to ten. "Fine. FINE. I like sex."
Minho screws up his face again, like he thinks Kibum's trying to trap him.
Or he's just confused again. Equally likely.
"Okay," Minho says slowly. "I like... sex... also?"
"Good!" Kibum says, just as slowly, though his tone is more suggestive of a preschool teacher than Minho's was. "If we're… exclusive, or whatever, as you seem to think we are-"
"Are we not?!" Minho's voice goes higher than Kibum's heard it since they were teenagers.
"If we're exclusive, which is fine and not the point," Kibum repeats, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration, "I would like to have sex with you."
"…Oh." Minho's face relaxes to its normal boyish openness. "Nice."
"Nice,' he says." Kibum covers his face with his hands. "Great. Glad we've established that."
"Okay, okay," Minho says, rolling his eyes. "You could've just asked."
"I literally did!" Kibum protests, dropping his hands. "You're the one who got offended!"
"You asked if we were exclusive, not if I wanted to have sex," Minho clarifies.
"Do you want to have sex?!"
"What, like, now?"
"Probably not!" Kibum says. "You're being very annoying."
"You like it," Minho says, so confidently Kibum decides there's not a change in hell they're having sex tonight. "But sure, let me know when you're ready."
"I'm ready!" Kibum says. "Are you ready?"
Minho frowns and sits back, turning his face to the television as he thinks. Kibum glances over at the screen long enough to realize he's completely lost the plot, so he fumbles for the remote and turns the TV off. Minho keeps staring at it, unphased, as he thinks through his answer.
"…Yeah," he says, eventually. "It's a little soon, technically, but we've been friends for so long… yeah."
Minho turns to face Kibum with those big, boyish eyes and that tiny smile that's just for Kibum and Kibum's heart melts like it always does.
"Should've known," Kibum mutters, scrubbing his hands over his face.
"That's bad for your skin."
"You're bad for my skin."
"If you ask nicely." Kibum looks up in disbelief and finds Minho looking far too proud of himself.
Kibum scoffs. "Absolutely not."
Although, actually...
"Well," Kibum relents, "You'd have to buy me dinner first." Honesty is the best policy.
"Oh, but Bammie," Minho says, that stupid tiny smile in his voice as he leans in closer, "I've bought you so many dinners."
"Not all of those counted," Kibum says.
"Ah, I know what that means," Minho teases. He leans in enough to kiss Kibum's temple. Kibum takes care to move his face just a hair too late to prevent it. "That means some of them did."
"Not enough for all that," Kibum says, turning away so Minho just barely misses his cheek.
"Oh no?" Minho's lips graze the edge of Kibum's lips as he turns the other way. "I'll have to make up for it."
"I doubt you can," Kibum says, meeting Minho's eyes. Which makes it too hard to turn away the next time Minho aims for his lips, but it's a strategic decision. Lose the battle/win the war, that kind of thing.
"You sure?" Minho whispers before his tongue gently slips between Kibum's lips, preventing his devastatingly witty reply.
Kibum will think of something else in a minute, anyway. Right now it's too warm. Too gentle.
Wouldn't you know it? Minho's good at this, too. He really is the most annoying man in the world.
"So," Minho says eventually, reintroducing his unfortunate personality into the peaceful world Kibum had been enjoying, "What should we do?
"Hm?" Kibum says, more scrambled than he wants to admit.
"I mean, I know what we, uh, 'do,' but…" Minho stops to gather his words and Kibum feels a sliver of dread in his heart. "Do you- do you need to, like… prep?"
There it is. Kibum narrows his eyes.
"Do you?" he asks, just to watch Minho make his stupid confused face all over again.
"Uh, not- I mean, aren't you going to…?"
"Oh," Kibum says flatly. "You think I'm a bottom?"
Minho leans back, expression halfway between wary and defensive.
"Uh… I mean," he says. Then, a bullshit grin starts to cross his face. "Well, I've heard your music."
Kibum blinks. This bitch.
"Oh. My music? The music where I sing about how bad I want you, 'girl?'" Kibum snorts derisively. "Yeah, that's the perfect window into my sex life, good job."
"No, but, like- you know what I mean."
He does, kind of. "No, I don't!"
It must not sound very convincing because Minho just rolls his eyes.
"Whatever. Besides," he says, "Everyone knows I'm a service top."
Kibum blinks. Hard.
"What- what?! Who told you that?!" Kibum demands. "Who taught you those words?!"
"Taeyeon-noona," Minho says easily. "And Seokchen-sunbaenim."
Well... Fuck.
"Also, wait," Minho says, head tilting, "Don't you remember? There was that night in LA-"
Whoops!
"That doesn't count, I was drunk!" Kibum protests. "And a fool."
The world was smaller then. Kibum thought everyone had to choose between two strictly defined options. His role had been chosen by his first boyfriend - unideal, but no harm no foul - so why shouldn't Minho have his own Kibum-assigned sexual identity?
But the world is bigger now.
"And people change, it's not like it's a one-and-done thing," Kibum continues, over whatever inane bullshit Minho is spluttering. "It's not straight sex, for fuck's sake, that's just a stereotype. You should know better."
Those stereotypes are part of what doomed them, back when they were barely more than children. Minho seems to remember that based on the way he flinches. There's a real pain in his eyes when he opens them again, and Kibum almost regrets bringing it up. It's probably not fair to throw those parts of the past in Minho's face, not after all the work he's done.
But there's more work to be done if they want to get through tonight. Protecting Minho's feelings won't serve either of them in the long run.
"Anyway, Mr. 'Service Top,' if that's how you want to play it," Kibum says, complete with air quotes, "You going to 'service' me by learning to bottom?"
Minho sits silently, his jaw working back and forth as he thinks his way through what Kibum has said. Then-
"Do you not like it?" Minho asks quietly, and Kibum feels the smallest pang of guilt.
"I like it fine," Kibum admits, shrugging nonchalantly. "But it's not the only thing I like."
You promised you weren't going to put me in a box again, Kibum thinks. And I'm sure as hell not going to let you.
"Okay. Okay," Minho says. He nods decisively, then offers Kibum a small smile. "What do I need to do?"
Minho already knows about enemas because of some fuckass wellness craze or diet or something. Kibum had forgotten about that (somehow). So, as Minho goes to the bathroom to sort himself out, Kibum changes out of his loungewear and into something a little more… removable. It's just a tank top and shorts, nothing fancy or particularly seductive, but it shows a little bit more skin than he had been. It seems like a reasonable middle step between what he'd been wearing and Full Frontal Nudity. He's pushed Minho enough anyways, there's no reason to be more confrontational than necessary. They'll get there when they get there.
Of course, Minho decides to leave the bathroom wearing nothing but his pile of discarded clothes held carefully in front of his crotch, so maybe Kibum's overthinking it.
"Oh, okay," Kibum says. Minho's face flushes and he scowls.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing," Kibum says, shaking his head as he gets up. "Just- get on the bed. On all fours, please."
"That's not very romantic," Minho protests.
Kibum snorts as he digs through his drawers for the good lube. "Bottom."
"Hey!" Kibum turns in time to see Minho's clothing hit the floor with an aggressive thud. He tries to keep his eyes focused on the intense irritation on Minho's face.
"Sorry, sorry," Kibum says mildly, shrugging. "Just a joke."
Minho shoots him an acidic look as he stomps his way across the room. "You're so annoying, you know?"
"You love me."
Minho grumbles something inaudible as he climbs onto the bed (on all fours, just like Kibum asked).
"Sorry, I didn't catch that," Kibum says, making his own (much quieter) way to the bed. "Did you say something?"
He places a gentle hand on Minho's back, slowly gliding over smooth skin from shoulder blade to nonexistent ass. Muscles work under skin, tensing and relaxing as Minho gets used to the touch. It's not much different from petting a dog, or calming a horse. Kibum does it again, slower, and smiles when the muscle movement is less pronounced.
"No," Minho says sullenly, hanging his head between his arms as Kibum rests his hand on Minho's ass. "Nothing."
"Really?" Kibum brings his other hand up and spreads Minho out, just a bit. He presses his thumb up against the pucker of Minho's hole, smirking when it responds to his touch. "Because I just said I loved you."
"N-no, you didn't," Minho says, his voice hitching slightly as Kibum applies pressure. "You said I loved you."
"Huh." Kibum removes his hand to squeeze lube onto his fingers, gently rubbing them together to warm things up a little. "Well, same difference."
"Sure," Minho says, shaking his head with a snort. "Same difference."
"I mean," Kibum begins, suddenly pressing his pointer finger against Minho's entrance hard enough Minho's head pops up, "I'd kind of expect you to say something back, you know. It'd be almost cruel if you didn't."
"Cru-el?" Minho's voice breaks as Kibum presses his finger a little farther, just hard enough to properly sink into Minho's body. Kibum hushes him, petting down his back with his free hand.
"You could've confirmed it, at least," Kibum says. He removes his finger, shushing and petting Minho some more. "Or denied it, I guess, if that's how you really feel-"
"You think I don't love you?!" Minho says, body tensing as Kibum tries to get a little farther.
"Oh, relax," Kibum says. "We'll never get anywhere at this rate."
"Isn't it your job to help me relax?" Minho grumbles, but he takes a deep breath and slowly starts to release the tension in his muscles.
"I thought talking would help," Kibum admits.
"You mean arguing?"
"Do we do any other kind of talking?"
Minho laughs, loose enough Kibum manages to get in to the second knuckle.
"Oh, good job, honey," he says. He gently pumps his finger in and out, getting a little bit further each time. Minho shivers, letting his head hang between his arms once again.
"I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't love you," Minho jokes. Or, Kibum thinks it's a joke. He feels himself blushing anyway and quickly starts to add a second finger.
"Good to know," Kibum mutters. Minho snickers and his body welcomes the second finger more easily than the first, if possible. "The fuck?"
"Hm?"
"Nothing," Kibum says, frowning, "You're just really go-" Kibum shuts his mouth, but not quickly enough. Minho's head tilts to the side.
"Really?" His tone is genuine, which is ten times worse than the teasing Kibum half expected. Minho takes another deep breath and Kibum feels his body relax just that much more.
"Don't get ahead of yourself." Kibum withdraws both fingers abruptly, causing Minho to whine. "Need more lube." Kibum slicks his fingers up but doesn't bother warming it before shoving his middle and ring fingers in as far as he thinks he can get away with. Minho grunts.
"Do you need to relax?" Minho asks. Kibum starts pumping his fingers just that much deeper and Minho makes a small, squeaking noise. "I can start an argument, I guess??"
"God, no, absolutely not, I'm fine, of course I'm fine," Kibum says. He takes a deep, centering breath and starts moving at a more… humane pace. He wants this to be good, doesn't he? He likes bottoming, when he's in the right mood. It can be fun, or even powerful, in the right circumstances. He wants to show Minho that, if he can. He wants to give him that joy, that freedom from expectations.
Oh, gross.
"Just keep relaxing for me, honey," Kibum says, in his sweetest tones.
Minho shakes his head but his body continues to loosen and stretch and accommodate. He breathing is deep and steady, a perfect match to the rhythm of Kibum's hand stroking his back. After a while it feels less sexual than meditative, this slow coaxing of Minho's body.
"I can see why you don't like it."
"Hm?" Kibum frowns, a third finger slowly pressing into Minho's hole.
"Bottoming," Minho says. "You're too much of a control freak."
"I told you, I like it fine," Kibum says, smiling. "It just takes some… creativity."
Minho snorts, nodding his head. Kibum can see exactly what smile he's wearing in his mind's eye, something worn and warm and just a little too cocky. Why would Minho think they needed to be face-to-face to be romantic?
"You've always been that."
"Been what?"
"Creative."
"Stooooop," Kibum says with a grimace. "I'm already fucking you, you don't have to butter me up."
"I mean it!"
"I know, I know," Kibum says. He withdraws his fingers slowly this time, but Minho still gasps. "You're ready. Or, I guess, do you feel ready?"
"I think s-"
"Yeah, you're ready," Kibum says, standing up and looking around for- what? Condoms, right, he should get the-
Wait. He's nervous. Why is he nervous? Jesus Christ.
Kibum shakes his head, drawing off his tank top before stepping out of his gym shorts. He grabs a condom from his bedside table and turns to discover Minho has moved. He's on his back now, arms behind his head, one leg bent at the knee, the other flung out over Kibum's bed. His muscles aren't comeback-visible yet, but he's still got that stupid athletic build and those stupid handsome eyes and that stupid thoughtful expression, all of which Kibum is unfortunately weak to.
They've seen each other naked before. It's been platonic, or annoying, or even a little tense, but it's never really been On Purpose like this. How odd, that it should still be the same body. It feels like it should be different, but no. That's just Minho.
What a relief.
"Do we have to use a condom?"
Kibum blinks. "Excuse me?"
Minho swallows, but his gaze is steady. "Do we have to use a condom? Cuz I wouldn't- I wouldn't mind if we…"
Kibum shakes his head, smirking a little. "You'll thank me later." Minho opens his mouth to argue, but Kibum just shakes his head again. "Besides, I've already got two kids, I could not handle a third."
Minho still looks disgruntled, which introduces a sliver of doubt into Kibum's mind. THAT feels awful, so he does what he does best when it comes to Choi Minho and doubles down.
"Maybe next time," Kibum says, looking down as he opens the condom and rolls it on so he doesn't have to look at those big stupid eyes.
"Okay." Kibum looks up just in time to see that smile. "Maybe next time."
Kibum clears his throat. "I take it you want to do this face-to-face?"
"Please," Minho says. Then, he smiles. "Maybe next time you can fuck me like a stranger."
Kibum laughs as he climbs onto the bed between Minho's spread legs. "Like a stranger?"
"Like a stranger you hate," Minho says, grinning, and Kibum rolls his eyes.
"Well fine, Mr. Romance, give me a pillow."
Minho grabs one from the head of Kibum's bed and shoves it underneath his hips without any further prompting. Kibum sighs, exasperated, but moves to line himself up anyway.
"What, no thank you?" Minho says, smirking. "No 'good job, honey?'"
"Of course you have a praise kink," Kibum huffs.
"I wouldn't say it's a 'kink,'" Minho protests, "More like 'basic courtesy'-"
"Nope! Fine, fine, we'll do what you want," Kibum says. "Oh, my sweet boy, so handsome and obedient-"
"Cut it out," Minho says lazily, which makes Kibum suddenly aware of how nervous he feels in comparison. He freezes, trying to gather himself before Minho can notice, but that rat bastard can be observant when he wants to be. He hooks a leg behind Kibum's waist, dragging him in closer. Kibum rolls his eyes but allows himself to be drawn in until he's close enough for Minho to pull him down into a kiss. It's not impatient, or teasing, or anything other than what it is - an expression of love.
Oh. Right - it's just Minho. What's the worst that could happen?
"Ready?" Kibum murmurs, so low he barely expects to be heard.
"Ready," Minho says anyway.
So Kibum lines himself up, then pushes into Minho's body. Minho's eyes flutter closed for a moment, breathing deep as Kibum slowly works his way further and further in. Minho grunts every once in a while and Kibum stops, but it's never too long before Minho nods and Kibum starts again.
"How's it feel, honey?" Kibum asks, when he's as deep as he can go. It feels so, so unbearably good - the heat of Minho's body, the tense lines around his eyes, the soft whine of his breath - it's maddening.
"Fine," Minho says tightly, eyes closed. Kibum huffs.
"Really? 'Fine?'" Kibum says, and Minho's eyebrows furrow. "Not spectacular? Earth-shattering? Life-changing?"
"Not yet," Minho says. His eyelids flutter open, revealing a glassy sheen to his eyes.
"Are you crying?" Kibum asks suspiciously. Minho nods his head.
"I just assumed you'd be better at this, after all the fussing you did," Minho says, one corner of his mouth quirking upward. He sniffs. "You know, there's no shame in being a bottom-"
"I'm going to kill you," Kibum threatens.
Minho shrugs. "You could try moving first."
Kibum snarls as he withdraws - slowly, not that Minho deserves it. "I try so hard," he says, punctuating his words with a thrust sharp enough Minho's eyes close again, "to make things romantic enough, to take things slow-"
Kibum thrusts again, forcing a grunt out of Minho.
"-Because god knows if you show up to the gym with a limp," Kibum continues, as he begins to move in a slow, agonizing pulse, "I will never hear the end of it-"
"Like you could," Minho sighs, then bites his lip as Kibum thrusts again.
"This is the thanks I get?" Kibum mutters, lowering his head until his forehead rests on Minho's. He rolls his body slowly, deliberately, feeling the way Minho moves against him as they find the rhythm together. "You're such a pill."
"You love me."
Kibum shakes his head in disbelief and watches a drop of sweat fall down onto Minho's cheek. Which is weird, because he doesn't feel all that sweaty yet-
Wait. Is he crying?
"Ah, Bammie," Minho says, his eyes opening just a sliver, "Don't stop now."
Kibum startles as he realized he's stopped moving and quickly tries to pick up the pace. Minho's eyes open all the way, looking up at Kibum with a knowing expression as his mouth finds that smile all over again.
"Don't look at me," Kibum sniffs, rubbing at his eye with his wrist. "It's weird."
Minho frowns. "Where else, ngh, should I look?"
"I don't know," Kibum says, exasperated. "I told you I didn't want to do it this way-"
"But you're so handsome." Minho gives Kibum a self-satisfied smirk, but his eyes close anyway.
"Shut up." Kibum hangs his head, trying to refocus on the way Minho's body is reacting to his.
"Shut me up, then."
Kibum huffs a laugh. "Careful what you wish for."
Minho opens his mouth to make some smart aleck remark or other but Kibum doesn't let him, bullying his lips into a more lascivious kiss than the last one. The connection helps Kibum feel the way their bodies sync up - muscles, breath, even pulse - so he lets the kiss go on and on and on as Minho's body envelopes his cock again and again and again. Minho's body is stunning on the outside, but it's the inside that leaves Kibum breathless, so much more hot and snug and welcoming than Kibum could have imagined.
Even through the kiss, Minho continues trying to communicate his feelings at full volume. He moans and grunts and whines into Kibum's mouth (or, when they have to pause to catch their breath, directly into Kibum's ear). An unending stream of positive feedback circles Kibum's head, more than proving that Minho must be feeling it, that joy and relaxation and power Kibum feels when he bottoms.
He certainly looks like he is. Minho's eyes, when he opens them, are hazy, his muscles fully engaged in keeping Kibum as close as possible. His cock, thick but soft as Kibum opened him up, has grown painfully hard, leaving small wet spots as it bounces against Minho's abdomen.
"Alright, honey?" Kibum asks eventually, though he knows the answer - he has to say it twice before Minho hears him over his own keening breath.
"Close," Minho gasps.
"Me too," Kibum pants, smiling, and Minho whines.
"Wan- wanna feel you."
Kibum huffs a laugh. Sure, why not. "Where do you want it, baby?"
"Inside."
"I'm al- oh." Kibum frowns. That was already the plan, wasn't it? It's why Kibum is wearing a condom, so Minho doesn't have to deal with a load of Kibum's cum deep inside him, dripping out of his ass and down his thighs-
Oh, fuck, that's hot.
"Take it off, please, please," Minho begs. "Wanna feel you inside me, even- guh, even after-"
Fuck.
"Fuck, okay." Kibum pulls all the way out as Minho groans with impatience, quickly tugging off the condom and clumsily slicking more (cold, too cold!) lube onto his cock.
"Oh my god, fuck," Minho says, arching his back as Kibum pushes back in.
"Sorry, so-" Kibum's breath hiccups. If he'd thought Minho's body was hot before, it's nothing compared to the furnace he can feel now. "Fuck, you feel so good, honey."
"God," Minho groans. His legs lock around Kibum's hips, making it hard to move, as he starts desperately stroking his own cock. "Come in me, please, come in me, get me pregnant, Bammie, please-"
Kibum barely has time to blink before Minho comes with a shout, spattering both of them with cum as his body tenses around Kibum's cock. His stupid, fucked-out expression, combined with the knowledge that Kibum put it on his face, helps Kibum get the rest of the way there, coming deep inside the embrace of Minho's body.
"Soooo-"
"You were right," Minho interrupts, guessing (correctly) that these were the only three words that could possibly distract Kibum from the whole "get me pregnant" thing (for now).
"I was right?" Kibum says, "I mean, of course I was, but, uh, about what, this time?"
God. Kibum shakes his head at his complete lack of eloquence. To be fair, he feels like he needs, like, a liter of water, and maybe a week's worth of sleep.
"The condom," Minho says, a little sheepishly.
"I told you!" Kibum says triumphantly. Then, "I mean, was that- was that okay, or…?
"Yeah," Minho says, grimacing. He rolls over on his side to better face Kibum. "I mean, I really liked it in the moment so, um, thank you, but…"
"Oh, I know," Kibum says, doing his best not to be (too) condescending. Minho sighs, cuddling up closer to Kibum's gross, sweaty body, and Kibum graciously decides to let him. "But, just so you know, I don't… I mean, I don't do that kind of thing with just anyone."
"I figured."
"Oh?" Kibum shoots him a look, but he shouldn't have bothered. Of course Minho looks smug.
"I mean, you did it with me," he says, leaning in until Kibum can feel his breath against his cheek.
"And?" Kibum sighs.
"I'm hardly 'just anyone.'"
"Hm," Kibum grunts doubtfully, looking away. Minho, the terror, just starts nuzzling Kibum's cheek. "You're very average, you know."
Minho snorts, not bothering to dignify that with a response.
"Now," Minho says, lightly tapping Kibum's chest with one finger before resting his hand over Kibum's heart, "Have you proven your point?"
"What point?" Kibum says, turning his face to fix Minho with an unimpressed look.
"I'm sure I don't know," Minho says, doing a very bad impression of Kibum's speaking voice before slipping back into his own register. "But, if you'd like, I'd be happy to give topping a try."
"Oh, really?" Kibum quirks an eyebrow.
"You know, just to see what happens." Minho shrugs, his smile obnoxiously advertising his self-satisfaction. "If I recall correctly, you said you like bottoming 'just fine.'"
Kibum rolls his eyes as he turns his face to the other side of the room. If he has to look at Minho's stupid smug smile any longer, he's not sure what he'll do.
But.
"I guess," Kibum says, sighing heavily. "You're keeping the condom on, though, you hear me?"
Kibum can feel Minho's grin as it presses right up against his face.
"I'll keep the condom on," he promises, then gently kisses Kibum's cheek.