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It was after a show, and SHINee was getting ready to go home in a dressing room, but Key was feeling a little... neglected. Minho was talking with Onew after being ready to leave instead of paying attention to him, so why not mess with Taemin? It's only fair. I mean, what's the harm?
"Taemin-ah," Key calls from across the dressing room, already in his street clothes.
Taemin stood in the mirror, still partially in costume, "Yes, Key-hyung?"
"Do you need some help with your costume? I'm bored," Key said, dancing his way across the room. Minho side-eyes Key from his conversation.
"I might," Taemin sighs, putting his arms down, "this top is just refusing to come off..."
"Tae," Key walks behind him and unclips the top of the costume. Walking back around to the front, he unclips the front as well, opening up the neck space. "Raise your arms," Key states. Minho raises his eyebrow at the interaction. Taemin listens, and Key pulls the top up over his head. "I'm magical, I know."
"Thanks, mom."
Key gasps, fake offended, and grabs Taemin's shirt, "Get your shirt on so we can go home." Taemin snatches his shirt and throws it on, messing up his hair worse that it already was, "Taemin, I know I just acted all offended for you calling me mom, but I cannot let you leave here with your hair looking like that." Key quickly grabs some supplies from nearby and does a quick style for Taemin's hair. Minho rolls his eyes. "So much better."
"Key..." Taemin grabs him into a hug, Key hugging him back with his arms around his neck, "You are magical."
Key backs out of the hug with a giggle. Minho finishes his conversation with Onew, stands up, and walks over to the others. Giving a quick smile and wave to Taemin, he grabs Key's wrist and pulls him out of the dressing room, through the hallway, and down to the bathroom, shutting them both in and locking the door. Key scoffs, "You better hope nobody saw us-"
Minho pushes Key against the wall and blocks him in using his arms, looking down at the older, "Kibum-ah, what was all that with Taemin, hm?"
"I um," Key stutters, looking back at Minho, his eyes instantly softening. His breath became heavier, and his face lit up with a light shade of pink. 'All of what?'
Minho chuckles, turning Key around, "You were touching him a lot, huh?" He holds Key's arms around his back, "helping him with his top in ways you could have just told him," he presses Key's body against the wall, "styling his hair," he moves closer to Key's ear, "putting your arms around his neck-"
"I was just being playful," Key interrupts, trying to give himself some grace. He shudders, the growing bulge in his pants becoming hard to ignore.
"Playful? Kim Kibum, your playful is slapping me on the shoulder," Minho kisses against Key's neck, "if all of that was playful," Minho kisses again, Key shutters, "this should be wonderful."
Minho nibbles at Key's neck, his heart races as he whimpers under the younger's touch, "M- Minho..."
"Shh, I know, no marks, I'm being careful," he continues, lightly biting at Key's neck until he is breathlessly moaning at every touch. He flips Key around and presses their lips together, deeply kissing him as he takes one hand and grabs Key's hair, pulling it slightly, eliciting a moan from the elder. Key melts into Minho's touch, letting him have full control of his body. Minho wraps his free arm around Key's waist and pulls him closer, rubbing their bodies together.
Then Minho stops and sets Key down, making sure he can stand. Key stares at him breathless, his hair a mess, "What? What're you doing?" He slightly stumbles, being caught by the wall, and Minho helps him stay upright.
Minho sighs, "If you can play with Taemin, you can go play with yourself." He winks at Key with a smirk and leaves the bathroom.
"...you little shit," Key mutters. He takes his time collecting himself before leaving to head back to the dressing room to collect his things and go home.
Key throws his stuff down at his door and instantly goes to his bedroom. Comme des and Garçons be dammed, they can wait. He slams his bedroom door shut and lies on his bed, letting out a sigh of relief that he's finally home. He combs a hand through his hair, lying back on his bed, the thoughts still running through his mind. Key quietly whimpers, his dick aching to be touched. The memory flashes back in his mind as his hand rubs down his chest.
Minho dragging him away from everyone, slamming him into the wall... the look in his eyes...
Key's fingers rub over his hard nipples, making his breath hitch. Biting his lip, he lifts his shirt and plays with his chest, making his dick twitch in his pants. As he continues rubbing his chest with one hand, his other hand slowly works down to his bulge. His hips buck slightly into his hand as he rubs himself through his pants; his quiet whines graduate to louder moans. A heat starts to build in Key's lower stomach as he speeds up, but he stops, not wanting to finish like this.
Flipping Key on his chest, Minho kissing him on his neck, biting along his neck...
He undoes his pants and pulls them all the way off, letting his dick flop back onto his stomach, precome splattering everywhere. Key hisses from the sudden stimulation. Lying back down, he grabs the tip of his dick, his head pressing back with a loud moan. Using his fingers, he collects the precome oozing from his tip and slowly slicks himself up, shuddering as he does. He uses his free hand to feel around his neck, feeling the raw spots from earlier that day, "Minho..." he quietly moans, starting to slowly jerk himself off.
Minho putting him on his back, his soft lips on his...
"Please," Key's hand speeds up. The other goes back to his hard nipples, rubbing them, pinching them with his fingers, making his back arch and him moan louder.
Pulling his hair... pulling them together... their bodies rubbing together...
The heat building inside him, he speeds up, a string of curses leaving his mouth. "Minho, fuck," Key yells as his hips jerk into his hand and he cums hard, shooting stripes along his chest.