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He was avoiding. He knew that it was pretty obvious. Acting on camera, not looking really disappointed was easy, it wasn't the first time he deceived people by the way he was handling things.

But this.. this not only made him sad but also annoyed, he prepared so much for that test just to fail not because he fucked up the potatoes, no.

He failed cause apparently the soup in his bowl wasn't the right amount. In a way he understands it, they had to be strict on everyone who tried to get the license but like really?!

Ohh, his blood was boiling the more he thought about it. Now that doesn't mean he's just going to give up, he will take that damn test again and he will pass next time.

He just needs a little more confidence, the attitude he had that day wasn't it, he felt intimidated by the silence that was in that room, only hearing how the knives were cutting, the pots clicking together.

The pressure was definitely on, he let it get to his head which got him sent into a full panic mode inside.

Kibum huffed as he nuzzled into his fluffy blanket, sat on his couch and pouted while watching some trashy drama on the TV, however even that couldn't bring out any other emotions besides being very emotional.

Failing just wasn't something that was on his mind. He doesn't want to sound egotistical or anything, he just knew when he was good at something so when his talent was opposed by such things as... 'not the right amount' pissed him off in a way he can't describe.

Now that all the cameras were out of his apartment he can finally pout and be a brat about it. In his head he really thought he was going to pass with flying colors, call everyone who he knew cheered and hoped he would do it.

But what is he doing instead? Moping like some child, avoiding everyone blowing up his phone asking if he passed. Only two people got the news from him and that was his mom and dad.

They were sweet about it, telling him not to give up, saying how it's really difficult to get the license and many people need to get the test done like six times to actually pass.

He didn't need six times though, he thinks he should've gotten approved, it was such a little difference in the soup so simply just why?!

What- next time if he puts too much then that's going to be a problem too?

"Fucking ridiculous," he grumbled under his breath, petting Commdes who was trying to comfort him.

Kibum jumped a little in his seat when his phone started ringing again. Sighing he picked up the phone, deciding he should just turn it off for the day but when he saw the caller his heart dropped.

Of course.

Out of all the days the man decides to call him is today.

Choi Minho.

The man he was very much avoiding for a while now.. yes he was still salty about the whole Créme Brulée situation. Like why is everybody coming at his cooking skills?

He is a human, he can make mistakes too! Not like he did, that Créme Brulée was perfect, he whisked the dessert with his bare hands AND his soup was also nothing less then flawless.

"Fuck em' all!" he yelled out loud which cause his two poodles to bark. "Oh, sorry babies," he muttered, still looking at the phone screen, waiting for Minho to give up on calling him.

In fact he was so bitter about the situation he thought about blocking the man at some point, the problem with that though, Minho would bitch about that and he would never hear the end of it.

He was still reminding him everyday how he got him that fridge and he should be so grateful.

'Grateful my ass Choi Minho, it's not my fault you love to spoil me.' he thought.

Rolling his eyes at the incoming massage from Minho he turned off his phone, put it back where it was previously and his attention was back on the drama.

He thought about opening a bottle of soju, maybe a beer but honestly he bought them to celebrate and.. well there is nothing to be happy about right now.

Yes, he knew he was acting a little.. maybe way to petty about it while being aware he will do the test again it was still.. heartbreaking.

Cooking means a lot to him but this just made him feel like a huge failure. He shouldn't be this upset about it, given he did make a lot of mistakes in there.

When he started to prepare the food everyone else was doing it differently, that alone freaked him out. Then the potato wouldn't cook because in his panic he cut them up to thicker pieces.. after that it was all a big ass disaster.

AND the funniest thing.. He failed on television! Everyone is going to se how miserable he was, how hard he tried yet still failed, went in with a cute smile, came out feeling drained and slightly depressed.

He wanted to cry so badly, but honestly crying over this would've been a tad bit dramatic, so the only thing he did was crouching down, moaning about how worn out he was.

He still feels spent.. He should just get up from the sofa, climb into his bed and sleep, putting all his fury and beaten presence away.

Self-moping isn't going to make it better, it's not going to erase what just happened a few hours ago.

His pot still has the burnt potato. He still feels like a disappointment and he is still ignoring everyone who would probably courage him how he will do better next time.

Sighing one more time he moved to get up when he heard his front door open, Commedes and Garçons were quick to react, they ran to the door, barking loudly.

Well shit.

Kibum knew who it was, there was only one person he gave a spare key to his place and it was his lover.

"Yaah, Kim Kibum!" Choi Minho strutted into the living room, followed by really excited cute dogs, trying to get the mans attention. "Why is your phone turned off?"

"Battery must have died.." he nudged his shoulder, plopping back on the sofa.

"That's why people invented chargers, love."

"No shit Sherlock," he grumbled, hugging the blanket tighter around him. He was so not up for Minho's humor or what ever the fuck he should call it at this point.

"How did it go?" he sat down next to him, though he wanted to look into Kibum's eyes, the petite man was downright ignoring him.

"How did what go?"

"The test for that food thingy.."

"How do you know about that?" he frowned finally glancing at Minho who had a kind smile on his face. Even that pissed him off more, like- what was he so happy about?

"Umm, I might not live with you and I've been very busy with my album, it doesn't mean I don't listen to you or pay attention. Also, you talked about it before.." he chuckled. "So?"

"Mhm," he shrugged.

"Ah no, you failed, didn't you? Bams I-"

"Don't even, please. I am so not in the mood to hear you tease me about it. This really broke my spirit and I'm disappointed, I've been punishing myself in my head already, I don't need you to join my pity party thank you," he huffed, pouting even more.

"I wasn't going to tease you," he scooched closer to him. "What happened?" Minho's face was full in worry mode as he was looking at Kibum.

"More like what didn't? I panicked, lost my sanity and fucked up. I never thought it would bring so much pressure, it was so intimidating, feeling their judging eyes on me like I was nothing," he said dryly.

"Love.." Minho placed his hand on Kibum's arm, stroking it in a calm way.

"The funniest thing is that they didn't have a fucking problem when the potatoes started to burn, there was smoke coming out of the pot and nothing. Neither of them moved or anything, so I had hope," he took a deep breath, now he felt his eyes swelling up. "Burned potatoes? Yeah no problem there! Missing a few milliliters of the soup? Oh, you're done, out. Failed, thank you for coming, be better next time!" he shook his head.

Saying these things out just made it more unbelievable. At this point it was starting to look like a joke, but not in a funny way.

"It irks me. I prepared so much, made that two dish so many times and I still managed to fail like that!" Kibum sniffled" I lost sleep over it, my brain was so full of information sometimes I felt like I wasn't myself at all," he continued to complain, and was thankful that Minho just listened. "I know I shouldn't be this upset about it, I alone made the mistakes but still, it- ah," he let his tears fall.

Minho's eyes widened as he saw his boyfriend break down like this in front of him. It wasn't something that occurred a lot, Kibum had a strong personality, more like he liked to appear strong before everyone.

He knew how the smaller was actually really sensitive about things and also how he liked to deal with his emotions alone, so yes. Seeing him this broken pulled on his heart strings.

"Baby," he slid down to the floor, moved in front of Kibum and put both his palm on his face trying to wipe off his tears. "It is okay that you feel disappointed, but you should never and I mean never beat yourself up like this. Everybody makes mistakes, this is what makes us normal. You can't expect to be perfect all the time, love."

"I wanted to pass so badly," he cried harder, his face scrunched up, but he didn't care.

"Oh, I know Bams, I know," he got up, pulling Kibum with him so he could hug him properly. The smaller man whimpered, hiding his face in his neck. "But I know you, you don't give up this easily and when you take the next test I'm sure you will do just fine."

"Wha-what if I fail again?"

"Then I'll be right here to tell you over and over again that it is totally normal. I've seen you get up from worse situations.. do you remember you ex?"

"Ugh, why did you have to bring him up?" Kibum stepped back, making a disgusted face.

"Cause I want to remind you that no matter how much he hurt you, you had the strength to get over him, stand up for yourself and came back stronger," he smiled proudly. "No matter what happens to, you always find a way to be better which is so incredible. You are incredible," he leaned in, pressing a quick peck at his lips.

"Do you- do you really believe I can do it?" he looked up at him with such a cute expression it took every self control in Minho's body to not coo at him.

"Of course I do, love. You messed up the soup? Fuck the soup, the next one not only will be perfect in measurements, it will also taste so much better!"

"You're an idiot." Kibum finally smiled and gently slapped him.

"But I'm your idiot," he smirked, hugging him again, pressing their noses together.

"True," he laughed. "Thank you, I.. I needed that."

"I'm always here for you Bams. I love you so much," he kissed him again, this time a little bit deeper, letting their tongue touch and dance on top of each other.

"I love you too," Kibum said after they separated.

This time Minho couldn't help himself and actually squealed, it was so rare for the smaller man to actually say those word. Not like he needed to, he knew Kibum loved him, his actions always spoke louder then his word however it was still nice to hear it for time to time.

"Soo.. does this mean you finally forgive me for the whole Créme Brulée incident?" he bit his lips, blinking innocently, not letting go of Kibum's hips.

"Hah! You wish!" he pushed him away, going back to his brat mindset, there were no traces of his tears. "I'm still very much mad about that, I mean it was literally perfect, yet you had the audacity to place me second?! Rude Choi Minho!"

"I told you, I placed you second because it was way to perfect!" he whined.

"That doesn't make any sense I hope you know that.." he rolled his eyes. "I mean, did you watch the clips back? Did you see how cute I looked when you went back for seconds?"

"Yeah, you were so adorable it made me think about things I would've loved to do to you," he licked his mouth.

"You can do it now you know.." Kibum lifted his hand and ran his finger over Minho's neck. "And if you do me good, maybe then I'll forgive you," he smiled sweetly, letting the fluffy blanket to finally fall to the floor.

Minho was just blinking for a few moments, looked at how Kibum started walking into his bedroom but then the smirk crept back onto his lips.

He followed the petite man knowing already how he is going to shower him with all the love he has.

Because that's what his lovely Kibum deserves after such a long and draining day.

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Minho knew Kibum wasn't someone who gave in easily. It always had to be a push and pull, arguing in a friendly way, but still annoying each other in the slightest way.

He's been with him long enough to learn how to move with him, not against him even if sometimes it wasn't the easiest things he had to do.

Kibum was like a big puzzle with little sizes that had different shapes so it was almost impossible to put him together, figuring it out what he really wanted.

If he said no to something every so often it meant yes, when he said yes.. it could've meant maybe or just a simple no. It was true his lover wasn't the best when it came to words.

He could talk prettily, wooing anyone when he was on stage, but when it was only the two of them he became one of the biggest complications making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

But Minho loves him just the way he is. He wasn't the 'diva' or the 'brat' everyone liked to call him, he wasn't really mean or rude if someone actually paid attention to his little details.

Like when Kibum pouted every time he was sad, asking for a particular thing or annoyed.

When he smiled in a shy way, his eyes sparkling with honesty, those gems told more stories than his words did.

Even when Kibum straight up judged him with the face he made, however Minho couldn't help but love that about him too.

Those pieces made Kibum, putting them together just painted the most beautiful pictures he ever seen and that is why he always teased him.

Minho wanted to see everything Kibum had to offer.

Today was different though. He seen his boyfriend in every emotion possible, he even experienced one of his, according to Kibum 'a minor' panic attack so naturally he thought nothing can surprise him anymore.

Oh how wrong he was.

The way Kibum slowly walked to the bed, nothing about his movement suggested anything sexual in particular, it was gentle, he looked defeated which meant he was still in his head wondering where he messed up the practical exam.

It was horrible to see the love of his life like this over such a normal fail.

Minho watched as Kibum turned around sitting down on the bed, looking up at him, given he was crying just a second ago his face was slightly flushed the only thing he could do just stare at the beauty in front of him.

"What?" Kibum scrunched up his nose, still pouting.

"Are you okay?" he moved closer, placing his hand on the smaller man's face.

"Why wouldn't I be?" he closed his eyes as he leaned into the touch.

"I'm just worried, love. The situation is still annoying you, I can tell."

"I'll get over it," he shrugged. "I already scheduled another time I'm going to take the exam so.. yeah."

"We can talk about it some more if that would help," he kneel down, pressing a kiss on his bare knees.

"What's the point? I'm a failure, end of story."

"Yah, you're not a failure! Stop saying that!" his head shot up at Kibum, new tears were appearing in the corner of his eyes. "Come here, you-" he got up, sat down as well and made his boyfriend move into his lap. "You are one of the most hard working person I've ever met. You never backed down from anything, we both know how our company wanted to put you in the back yet you pushed through it and look at you! You have seven albums, including your minies and some other songs, you're a regular on two shows that a lot of people watch, you made it to the news for gardening for crying out loud! I mean, tell me about being this epic!" he chuckled.

"And yet apparently I can't cook.." he rolled his eyes. Damn, Kibum truly got damaged by this..

"Yeah.. can't cook, but everyone else is always saying how they wish you would make food for them, me included. Am I lying to you when I say I absolutely love everything you make?"

"Guess not.." he mumbled.

"So the conclusion.." Minho moved two of his fingers on top of each other in a circular motion, though Kibum just kept mum, glancing everywhere but at him. ".. is? Say it with me now Bams- I'm a good cook! Hey, you didn't say it.."

"What am I, a child?" he furrowed his eyebrows.

"Is the wording to much for you? We can go with 'I'm perfect the way I am'."

"Now you're getting into cheesy territory Choi Minho.."

"Or simply 'I'm perfect," he laughed.

"Stop.." Kibum chuckled too in a raspy voice, throwing both of his arms around Minho's neck. "You're so annoying.."

"I just don't want you to be so affected by this, cause it's not worth it love. And I will tell you every time how exquisite you are as much as I have to, until it gets nailed into your brain."

"Well that sounds a little morbid if you ask me.."

Minho sighed then shook his head, but was smiling. "I love you," he stared right into Kibum's irises who let out a little gasp. "Oh baby," he hugged the smaller man closer to him when tears started to rolled down his cheeks.

"I.. I'm sorry.. I'm just.. emotional today," he sniffed, hugging back his lover.

"That's totally okay, Bams. It's not a shame to cry," he patted his back gently. "We can just scoot back on the bed and I can hold you till' you fall asleep."

"No," he pulled back a little. "I want you..."

"And how do you want me, love?" he pressed their noses together.

"Mhm.."

"That's not an answer baby."

"Gentle." Kibum whispered it like it was one of his deepest secret.

Minho would be lying if he wasn't surprised by his answer. When it came to sex both of them liked to adventure into more kinky stuff, the basics were a must like handcuffs, vibrators, anal plugs, cock rings, nipple clamps.

The floggers and whips came later in the game, not like they used those much.

Kibum was more into conflicting pleasuring pain on him then on himself, not like Minho minded, he liked it when his smaller boyfriend took control over him, played and teased him. If they both felt good at the end that's what mattered.

But Kibum being completely complaint? Asking him for gentle love making was not something he ever thought they would have, it didn't mean he wasn't going to give it to him.

Nodding while smiling, their gaze met each other, Minho asking with his eyes if this really what he wanted and when Kibum gave him an obvious sign he leaned in to press his lips to the soft ones.

It was sweet at first, no tongues were involved, they were little quick kisses that made Kibum chuckle. The kind that melted Minho's heart right away, his boyfriend never needed to do any aegyo, being himself was already cute.

Deciding it wasn't enough he softly started to lower Kibum's body, finally kicking off his own shoes (Kibum will definitely will get his claw in him later) as they both moved further on the bed.

Licking on his bow shaped lips he was given access to finally deepen the kiss, he noticed it before how Kibum tasted like instant ramen which almost made him laugh and at the same time sad.

It meant Kibum was so sad after coming home he didn't even bother about eating his own food and went with noodle soup.

Backing up Minho started to shower his boyfriends face with pecks, sometimes blowing onto his skin while with his right hand he slid his hand under his loose shirt, whispering sorry when Kibum hissed at the cold feeling.

It was a challenge to tell if Kibum actually liked this slow pace, his hands weren't moving at all, he was just lying there ready to be controlled. Sure, his face was flushed but that could be just because he was still silently crying.

Minho tried his best to wipe them away however they just wouldn't stop, it concerned him so much he even thought about stopping and suggesting they should stop, then he remembered they did have a safe word.

So until that word is muttered in any way, he will go on.

"Lift a little," he tapped Kibum's side who immediately complied giving him an easy access to remove his shirt. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are, hm?" he bit his lips, tracing his collarbones with his finger. "Every time I look at you I want to hug you, kiss you and never let you go."

Minho went back down, this time giving all his attention to his neck, nibbling on the skin oh so gently. It always sucked he couldn't leave any mark on him.. though he (not) accidentally left some red spots on his neck back when they were only sleeping with each other for stress reliving.

Nowadays he was much more careful, people paid a lot more attention to their 'friendship', they've gotten so infamous for their bickering everyone started to call them the 'old married couple.'

He smiled to himself. Even if they can never show the world how much he loves this man under him he sure as hell can show and tell Kibum.

"Then never let me go.." Kibum winced when Minho pinched on of his nipples but let it go fast. Tonight was not about pain and pleasure.

"You know.. I've never got to tell you how much I love your eyes. I love the color that makes me think of melted dark chocolate, and when the sun shines on it they become glittery. Every time you look at me I feel like I'm getting lost in them, keeping me captive, not wanting to run away from it," he leaned in to press the mentioned part, Kibum closing them so he could do so.

"They say eyes are the mirror of our souls, it always sounded so cliche to me, but it is true. With you it is. I can always tell how you feel from just a glance.. and I might sound jealous.. every time you look at someone else it makes me a bit angry," he chuckled with embarrassment.

"I love your nose.. every time you scrunch them up makes you look so adorable." Minho pressed a peck there too. "And your lips- gosh.. I know a lot of people say you look like a fox, but these soft lips makes you look like a cat, especially when you smile. It's so perfect I could just kiss you like this all day," as he said it, he did pressed their mouth together.

"Your cheekbones are perfect too. You mentioned a lot how your facial features are not that expressive, I've beg to disagree. When you smile your cheek gets more fuller, sometimes I just want to pinch them to make it red.. though I know you don't like it so-" Minho opened his lips and bit on it gently. "This'll do.."

Minho knew saying all these things are probably making Kibum extremely flustered, he was never good at taking compliments from anyone.

Nevertheless he wasn't done with it. He meant it when he said, he wants Kibum to finally understand how beautiful he was inside and out.

"Can you turn onto your stomach for me, love?"

"Mhm," Kibum whimpered, his face, shoulders and chest were painted a pretty dusted pink color. His arms were shaking as he lifted up, Minho quickly helping him, also getting rid of his pants and underwear in the meantime, leaving nothing on his body.

"God.. you're back really is a piece of art. I want to take a picture and hang it in my apartment.."

"Yah.. don't be weird.." he mutteres into the pillow.

"It's the truth though.. this line," he traced his spine, he had a little dent giving Kibum's back perfect curves. "It's driving me crazy. I remember when you let me pour soju on it and drink it up," he ducked down, placing his tongue on his loin, licking up to his shoulder blades, ending up at the back of his neck and just stopped where his hair was.

Moving a little bit down he held his boyfriend's hip smirking again as his fingers almost met.

"Do you know I love your hips too? I bet you do too as you've been showing them off a lot lately like you should.. The only thing keeps me sane knowing I'm the only one who can see when you're arching it when I'm inside you," he pressed both of his thumbs into his skin making Kibum sigh.

Swallowing he let his gaze end on his ass, savoring the cute little globes before taking them into his hand, massaging the mounds, petting on them a little that made Kibum open his legs more.

He didn't hold back on the kisses on this pot at all, if he had enough patience he would kiss every inch of his ass, but he was getting a little impatient.

Spreading his cheeks his eyes landed on the pink rim already twitching that made his smirk even bigger. Kibum might have asked for gentle but bot of their bodies were accustomed to rough and quick rounds.

"Minho.."

"Yes my love?" The muscular man head shot up quickly at his lovers voice, so far he barely made any sounds so whatever he had to say now he was fully listening.

"Hurts.." he sobbed which made Minho let go of him completely.

"What? What is hurting baby?" he tilted forward, looking into Kibums eyes with worry. "Want to stop?"

"Mh-hm," he shook his head.. "I'm just.." he choked up on his words, lips quivering.

"It's okay, take your time Bams," he gently stroked his back.

"You ah.. really know how to turn me on and.. I'm so hard it hurts.. can you please?" Kibum huffed, struggling to breathe. "Can I.. can I turn on my back? I want to see you.."

"Of course baby, come here," he placed his fingers around his arm to help him again. "Better?"

"Yeah.. thank you," he sniffled, wiping his tears away.

Looking at his lover state, he was delirious. His eyes were fogged up, saliva was running down his chin, his chest was moving up and down in a quick manor and he was rock hard.

It honestly made him so proud, he didn't do that much other than praising him, placing some kisses here and there. The fact this was enough to make Kibum this hard boosted his ego maybe a little too much.

Though he can not lie, he was still dressed but just as hard as his boyfriend. It took a lot of strength to not undress and touch himself, regardless he wanted this night to be about Kibum, because pleasuring him was enough.

Grabbing his legs he pulled them up to his shoulders giving perfect access to his hole. He tarted his tongue out, letting some fluid gather at the tip of it then pressed it against his rim while with his hand he wrapped his fingers around the hard leaking shaft stroking it tenderly.

Hearing Kibum letting out a choked moan was music to his ears. One last look at how his hands didn't know what to do, they gripped the sheets tightly, his whole body shivering with it, Minho closed his eyes digging into his hole.

Licking around the pink rim, making sure it was well coated, trying to relax it so he could press his tongue in while not forgetting to move his hands.

Minho suckled, swirled his muscle finally making his way in, hearing how Kibum was losing it, he tried to close his leg but couldn't, tried to reach him but failed which cause him to start wailing.

The muscular man knew his lover was close though decided to edge him just a tiny bit, the feeling of his tight hole wrapping around his tongue just felt right. He tasted so good he didn't wanted to move away.

Then again, this wasn't about him. He moved up, taking one of his balls into his mouth letting his teeth slightly touch it and chuckled at Kibum's gasp.

"Sorry my love," he gave an apologetic kiss on it, eventually he changed his position slightly so he could give what Kibum needed at that moment.

Kibum's cock leaked another bead of precum so he licked it off, lapping over his slit, never stopping the movements with his hand, while with his free on he was massaging his lover's hole.

"You know, I really did like your Créme Brulée.." he gave a pressed a kiss on top, following one of his popping out vein with his tongue.

"Wha- huh?"

"But I've got to say.. you taste so much better," he smiled at Kibum. The smaller male blushed harder if that was even possible, having enough strength to hide himself with his hands, not that it stayed there for long when Minho took him whole, hollowing his cheeks.

He felt Kibum's fingers in his hair, pulling on his locks trying to control how he bobbed his head, it was an instinct, obvious that he couldn't help it.. not like he minded.

He loved it when Kibum gagged him like this, it just meant he was enjoying himself which is what he wanted.

Bum just tasted divine everywhere, no matter where he licked it was always sweet with a hint of salt.

Humming around his cock, he fully went down on it, his nose touching his crotch, even if there was no lube used yet, Kibum opened up for him like he was designed to, so as he sucked really hard one more time, his fingers easily slipped into him.

"Ahh, fuck!" Kibum cried out loud, still holding into his hair.

Minho held his head still, letting the spurt of semen touch the back of his throat, swallowing it all while not shifting at all. Slowly rising from Kibum's cock he landed one more kiss on the top of it, licking his own lips as their eyes locked on each other.

"Yup, definitely better than your Créme Brulée," he pulled his finger out, softly putting Kibum's legs back on the bed. "If you were served instead of that, I would've placed you first," he moved up right to his face.

"Ahh, stop being so weird," Kibum slapped his shoulder quiet weakly, prone to he was recovering from his orgasm. "Oh.. you're.. hm.."

"Hm?" he blinked questioningly, nodding his head to the side.

"You're uh... not going to undress? Do you want me to-?," he moved to get up but Minho stopped him.

"Stay baby, I've got it.." he pushed him back down.

Minho quickly got rid of his clothes, had to walk over the night dresser was a bit painful, he was so hard, roaming around with it was not delightful at all, but it was all worth it for Kibum.

Throwing the almost empty bottle of lube on the bed he went back, kneeling down as Kibum opened his legs once again, though he had a weird expression on.

"What is it baby? Talk to me." Minho rubbed his thighs trying to comfort him.

"I just.. feel bad.. I didn't do anything at all.."

Damn, that pout is going to end him soon. Why? Who let this man be this cute? It should be illegal..

"Don't feel bad, Kibum. I'm loving every second of this night... and if you're feeling good too, isn't that what matters?"

"Yes but I always- hmm!" He couldn't finish his sentence as Minho kissed him, inviting him into a passionate dance of their tongues.

"I love you," he smiled at him. "Let me take care of you, just lay back and enjoy it, hm?" he pressed another peck to his nose.

"Okay.." Kibum muttered, relaxing against the sheet.

Minho took the bottle into his hand, smearing it over his finger to rub it together making the thick liquid warmer all while not moving away from Kibum's face.

He wanted to stay there while he fingered him, to catch every twitch, furrowed eyebrows and moans up close.

Smoothing the lube all over Kibum's hole he slowly pressed one finger into him pressing it into his sweet spot without any teasing.

His lover moaned, throwing his head back as he breathed the word 'more'.

Minho was more than happy to comply, couldn't stop himself to place more kisses all over Kibum's face when his second finger then third finger slipped inside of him.

"Do you think you need one more finger?" he asked, moving the digits firmly, sometimes pressing dawn hard, other times completely missing it.

Kibum's inside was dripping with lube, he was already well stretched out, that didn't mean he wasn't worried if he tried to put his cock in, he didn't want Kibum to feel any kind of pain.

"No.. no," he shook his head. "I need you so badly.. please fuck me.. make love to me!" he threw his hands over his neck pulling him down.

"As you wish baby, but you need to let me go.." he laughed.

"No! Please.. I don.. Minho.." he sobbed for the nth time.

"It's okay, shh.. I'm not going anywhere."

It was hard to reach down to hold onto his cock to place it at Kibum's entrance, however after some kind of funny struggling he took a deep breath when he finally got some friction on his cock by entering his lover tight hole.

Kibum winced a few times, at the same time he was babbling to not let him go.

"I.. I love you s-so fucking much." Kibum cried now wrapping his legs as well around him almost making it impossible to even move an inch. "I love you, I love you!"

Minho couldn't help but get sentimental.. he felt the tears coming and he just let them fall. He was right, Kibum was and will be perfect to him, and this night honestly proved it.

He broke through his boyfriend's thick barrier and was speaking everything he felt, not holding back anymore.

"I love you too, Kibum.. so much," he bumped their foreheads together, hugging him just as tight. "You are perfect.."

"Minho.."

"Say it baby," he thrusted into him with sluggish movements, making sure Kibum felt every inch of him. He knew he did, his walls were hugging him tight, creating the most delicious friction between them.

"I'm.. ah.. I'm perfect..." he mumbled.

"Now say it like you mean it," he rocked into him, trying to drag it out as much as possible.

The way they were all wrapped around each other, inside and outside, even their souls fused together into one, they were responding to one another entirely.

Kibum surrendered to him, gave up everything and Minho was happy to take, but also give just as much back. He wouldn't be surprised if their hearts were beating at the same rhythm.

The rhythm their bodies moved, slow, gentle, in an ecstasy neither them wanted to get out of.

"I'm perfect!" he said out loud, with confidence.

"That's right my love, you are.. perfect," a thrust. "In every," another one, a bit harder this time, nudging against Kibum's sweet spot. "Way," he pressed in completely making his boyfriend scream, feeling the cum spread between their stomach. "You okay my love?" Minho chuckled.

"Yesyes, I'm fine.." he smiled back. "More than fine actually. I've never felt this.."

"Free?"

"Yeah.." he sighed.. "I love you.." he confessed again, moving his hips making Minho grunt. "Now cum in me please.. fill me up.. and then let's just stay this way.. let's sleep like this, connected.. I want to feel you 'till I wake up.."

"Fuck," he groaned, thrusting into the quivering hole moaning as he released every drop into his walls. "I love you baby.." he gave him a last kiss letting his body relax as well.

"Ow, you're heavy!" Kibum slapped on his back.

"Didn't you wanted to stay like this?"

"I do, but roll us over, you're going to smush me you muscle head!" he snickered which caused Minho to have a full on rich laughter.

"Ahh.... there is my Bummie," he held him tight, with a swift movement they completely rolled over, Kibum whimpered a little as the softening cock moved in him but went limp on top of him shortly after. "You sure you're okay?"

"I'm sure. I'm sorry if I scared you with how much I was crying, you just.. made me feel so beautiful.. No one ever made me feel like this.. my skin is still tingling because of it.." he lifted his head, playing with Minho's sweaty hair. "I truly got lucky with you Choi Minho.. thank you for loving me like this," he smiled, eyes were sparkling like a starry night. "For always being at by my side even if sometimes I can be such a headache. I love you.."

"Gah.. now you're going to turn me into a crybaby," he blinked fast as he was breathing heavily. "No matter how you act, I will always love you, you mean everything to me in this world and nothing can change my mind about you."

They both smiled at each other, snuggling closer if that was possible. Minho pulled the tossed blanket on top of them letting the tiredness taking over on both of them, listening to each others heartbeats that was truly, just like they thought was beating as one.

Chapter Text

Kibum had never felt immediate happiness after just waking up. He was barely conscious of his own self, slowly blinking trying to get the grogginess out of his system while smiling realizing he was still on top of Minho.

Given his boyfriend didn't live with him and they've been really busy in these passing years, although he came over a lot to hang out with him, he almost never stayed over.

Kibum was a messy sleeper, he never woke up in the same position he laid down in, limbs spread out like a star, but every time Minho is with him, holding him close and in place, he never moved.

Smiling again he bit his lips observing Minho's handsome face, carefully lifting one of his hand to gently touch the beauty mark on his chin.

Chuckling quietly Kibum tried to move up so he can kiss it too, but hissed as he felt something move inside of him.

"Ah.. shit.." he whispered.

How could he forget that they.. well, stayed connected. It was so bloody embarrassing to admit but.. it's like Minho was meant to be in him all the time.

They just fitted so perfectly, it didn't feel wrong to be like this at all.

Sighing he glanced at Minho again, pouting cause he stayed asleep. Kibum was moving, making little noises yet his lover didn't even flinch which made him realise just how tired Minho could've been.

He knows after his new album came out he was working like a madman, never stopping, accepting everything he was invited to yet he still came here to comfort him, to calm him down, hug him, love him..

Yeah, no- he is so not doing this, yesterday was just a one time thing, he isn't this emotional, this weak, he is not going to cry just because Minho was being... such a good boyfriend to him.

And what did he do in return? Other then being a headache all the time, picking fights with him at every chance he got, basically being a bratty bitch..

Somehow he needs to show Minho he loves him just as much as he does. His boyfriend painted a really good picture of him yesterday, telling him all those.. things.. it made him feel truly beautiful and unique and he knows he could never do the same to Minho.

His not good with words, emotions. Expressing himself was always hard, so many people didn't or just straight up misunderstood him which made him close off his heart to anyone.

But yesterday Minho opened him, he felt a little more confident in himself. He might have had a mid life crisis about his cooking skills but that was.. kind of gone now.

Sighing he carefully lifted himself wincing as the soft member left his hole, leaving him gaping around nothing.

"Ah.. damn." Kibum gritted his teeth together as he tried to stand like a normal person and not someone who just got destroyed, because he didn't.. Minho was really gentle with him.

He is really getting old..

Tiptoeing into the bathroom he opened the water to fill his bathtub and while letting the water flow he stood before the sink, washed his face and his teeth.

After the tub had enough water he turned off the faucet entering it, snickering when it burned his skin just the way he liked it he finally sat down feeling all of his muscles relax.

Kibum closed his eyes, tilted his head back enjoying the warmth that surrounded his spent body while thinking about what he should make for breakfast, but of course just like every time, Minho came in like he owned the damn place.

He smiled as he felt one arm wrapping around his neck while the other hugged around his chest.

"Morning love," Minho whispered into his ears, pressing a kiss on it. "Why didn't you wake me?"

Though Kibum kept his eyes closed he knew Minho was pouting like a child who's lollipop was taken away.

"You seemed tired, I wanted you to get some sleep," he hummed but pushed him away. "Go wash your teeth for fuck sake.." he grimaced.

"Subtle..." he chuckled while standing in front of the sink. "Did you sleep well?" Minho mumbled given the toothbrush was in his mouth.

"I guess," he rolled his shoulder, sinking into the steaming water a little further. "I'm sore though, my back hurts."

"A sign you're getting older."

"We are the same age!" Kibum gasped, finally looking up at the laughing man.

"You're older than me hyung." Minho grinned, turning around.

"Not by m- did you just call me hyung?" his eyes widened in horror.

"Why? You don't like it, hyung?" his smirk gotten bigger as he got close to Kibum again who just noticed Minho was stark naked.

"No.. I actually hate it," he glanced away.

"Hmm.. I don't think you do," he got into the tub but instead of sitting down in it, he reached out, grabbed Kibum's hands and with a swift move he pulled him up immediately huging him close.

"Yah, what is wrong with you?" the smaller complained trying to get away but Minho was stronger.

Not like Kibum was really trying to get away especially when Minho started to massage his back softly.

"You do know taking a bath is not going to clean you out, hyung.." he let his head fall onto Kibum's shoulder, giving him small pecks on the tender skin.

"I was going to rinse myself," Kibum mumbled, closing his arms around Minho's neck. "And would you stop calling me that? I will seriously slap you."

"It that a threat or a promise?"

Kibum rolled his eyes so hard he thought they were going to fall out. It was way too early in the morning for him to entertain Minho's mind games.

At this point he didn't know which one was worst, getting compliments from him nonstop or annoying him to a point where he wants to sink into the ground.

"Just shut up," he shook his head, with one hand he made Minho look at him so they could kiss instead of talking nonsense.

But of course it wouldn't be Minho if he didn't have other intentions. Kibum moaned into the other's mouth as he felt hands adventuring down from his back to his ass.

"What are you doing?" the smaller leaned back, furrowing his forehead.

"I'm helping you," he smirked rubbing one of his fingers on the sensitive rim.

"More like trying to turn me on..."

"Me? Never, hyung." Minho laughed again though it was obvious when one of his fingers slipped in with little to no effort and started moving it, clearly pressing into his sweet spot.

"You ah- seriously need to stop that," Kibum let his head fall onto Minho's muscular chest.

"Stop helping you or-" he inserted another finger while leaning down to Kibum's ear. "-stop calling you hyung?" he whispered with a lewd voice.

"Neither.." Kibum breathed out, pressing himself closer to Minho if that was even possible.

Kibum learned yesterday it was simply better and the easier way to give in to his lover. Protesting and complaining would just mean more teasing, also not controlling the situation isn't always bad.

"More," he moaned, feeling the other getting hard just like him.

Kibum's leg started to shake when he felt the two digits press hard against his spot, it made him gasp out loud, he didn't even notice how tightly he was holding onto Minho.

He closed his eyes, let his head fall back a bit as he was only focusing on the fingers that were moving in and out him faster and the pecks he received on his neck.

"Are you enjoying yourself, hyung?" Minho asked, grinding against him making their cocks touch perfectly.

"Do you.. gosh- have a hyung kink I need to know about?" Kibum panted, trying to roll his hips to feel more. He was so sensitive he could cum like this in a second.

"Now I do." The muscular man laughed, pressing another digit in without mercy.

Kibum mentally rolled his eyes. If he wanted to be honest.. he didn't mind Minho calling him hyung, but when he called him love, baby or other nicknames was so much better.

Smiling in an evil way he reached down, wrapped his finger around only on his own cock, moving his hips down moaning loudly. He heard Minho's confused grunt so he opened his eyes to look at him, his smirk got bigger as he saw his lover's disappointed one.

'This is what you get Choi Minho for turning me on so early in the morning', he thought.

Leaning in to kiss him, with his free hand he had to reach back because Minho stopped moving his fingers. Kibum took complete control over him, loving every second of Minho's suffering.. He could be so evil sometimes.

He didn't wanted to drag it out more as Minho probably would've did something about his helplessness, he quickened his movements, moving his lover hand and also his around his own cock.

Biting into Minho's lower lips his whole body started to shake as the orgasm caught up faster than light it self, his cum landing on his lover's stomach.

"Thanks for the help," he panted, stepping out of the tub.

"Hey, what about me?" Minho blinked.

No more 'hyung' huh?

"You have hands, don't you?" Kibum raised one of his eyebrows questioningly. "Or a cold shower is also a solution to your.. problem," he grabbed the towel to dry himself off, he was hysterically clackling on the inside at Minho's shocked face.

It was so easy to tease the man sometimes and he did kind of deserve that.

Walking out of the bathroom he quickly stepped into his room to put on some clothes, though as he was standing in front of his drawer he pursed his lips.

Kibum knew this could go in some different ways.. One, Minho actually relieves himself or he takes a cold shower to calm down, two, he will come out of the bathroom to push him down and take him right where he is standing (he would let him), three, he'll do everything he just mentioned.

He crouched down, pulled out the last shelf and reached out to grab the lace panties he bought not so long ago. Ever since he made that teasing tape for Minho he never put it on again and he's been hearing his lover complain about it a lot.

'Why don't you just put it on?' 'You would look very sexy in it.' 'Can you please wear it tonight?'

He didn't.. Not because he was embarrassed about it, he knew he looked ravishing, but he wanted Minho to get on his knees and beg for it like a good boy..

But.. considering how he just left the poor man in there... this could be a peace offering. Humming he decided it's better to put it on, if nothing happens then he will just simply take it off later.

After he was dressed he made his way to the kitchen finally greeting his babies, giving them food and fresh water. He lingered around for a while cause he knew how Commedes and Garçons loved to go outside the terrace for a few hours.

Opening the glass door the dogs ran out, happily barking while Kibum smiled at their playfulness. He closed the door just in case they dirty themselves with the little garden he has and when they want to come back inside they will let him know like always so he could clean their paws.

Waddling back to the kitchen he tapped on the fridge's door like he didn't exactly know what was inside of it but then a lightbulb appeared in his mind. He almost forgot he bought peaches yesterday!

He wasn't exactly craving the peaches right now however it is Minho's favourite fruit.. so even if nothing more happens between them this is another good choice of a peace offering.

Kibum took out three of them although he bought a lot more, knowing Minho he would eat every last one of them. He gave them a good rinse before he started to cut them up into smaller pieces, throwing the seeds into the trash.

As he was cutting the third one he felt arms hugging his waist almost making him cut his own fingers.

"Yah, what the fuck?" he let out a gasp turning around. "Don't do that you idiot, I almost died!" he pointed the knife at Minho who was laughing, not taking his threat seriously at all.

"You're so easy to scare! How did you not hear me approaching you?" he put his arms up just in case.

"Oh yeah, so instead of talking or doing literally anything you scare me," he turned back, Minho put his hands right back where they were a second ago. "You are so annoying.." Kibum mumbled, getting back into cutting the last fruit. "I swear you- hey! I'm not done, put that back!" he complained watching as his boyfriend took two pieces eating them right away.

Kibum was not amused. He was blankly glaring at his boyfriend who just innocently smiled, snatching more of the peaches. He let out a sigh.

"Instead of complaining," Minho licked his fingers. "Why don't we talk about what you just pulled in the bathroom?"

"I didn't do anything," he put the knife down turning toward his lover again. "It was you who turned me on and I had to finish it cause you stopped fingering me."

"Sure, that's what happened," he hummed. "You are getting old hyung, forgetting things so soon." Minho shook his head. "Want me to recreate it for you?" he leaned closer to stare right into Kibum's eyes.

The smaller smirked, wrapping his fingers around Minho's neck, squeezing his fingers in a way he knew he wouldn't actually hurt him.

"Are you trying to piss me off?" he hissed through his teeth.

"Is it working, hyung?" Minho wasn't backing up, instead he got more close, their lips almost touching.

"Why don't you kiss me like a good boy and find out?" he licked Minho's lips whose eyes darkened..

Oh.. this is going to be good...