"It's just sexual attraction, nothing more. I'm happy with Minho.."
"I truly love Chan.. but why do I feel this way.."
Minho and Chan are more than sure that the feelings they have for each other are real and genuine love. Their wedding is approach...
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Changbin and Minho almost stumbled over their own legs as they were making out so desperately and impatiently just after arriving and closing the door to their room.
Everything had escalated so quickly and little by little, the younger stopped being able to keep up. And progressively throughout the night, he eventually slipped entirely into a subspace he had never experienced before.
At first it was the way he was pushed down onto the the bed and kissed so fervently. Soon those kisses turned into gentle, then more intense sucking against his neck down to his collarbones, and soon those turned into bright red hickeys.
At least fifteen minutes must've passed, but it all still felt like it was going so fast. Before long they were quickly getting rid of their clothes and in the heat of the moment, he didn't even have time to feel shy about his body being exposed to somebody he so badly wanted to impress.
Minho's hands, his touches, they were so warm on his skin. Touching him where it felt right, were it felt so stupidly good.
The fact that the older was giving him exactly what he wanted by being rough and manhandling him like that, it only pushed him further into being more and more submissive.
Before long he found himself clinging to the sheets underneath himself with tears threatening to fall from his eyes as the older prepped him. Everything felt like a lot. Everytime he looked into the older's face, it was a lot. What was he doing? Minho was totally out of his league, how did he end up here?
He couldn't hold his sounds back, couldn't stop his body from shivering and squirming as he tried to lay still. Everything Minho told him to do, he obeyed, doing exactly what was asked of him.
Everything that was happening, he was experiencing through a layer of fog, being so lost somewhere else. Everytime Minho took his hands and placed them on his torso, allowing him to touch him, he lost it.
At some point he found himself begging Minho to sit down and eventually having tears running down his face when the older allowed him to suck him off. He wanted it so bad, he never even paid attention to how desperately he kept on begging for whatever it is that he desired.
He lost count of how often he choked trying to deep throat the older, feeling his chin dripping with saliva, his body filled with hickeys already and tingling like crazy.
"Fuck me... please..!"
"What did you just say?" Minho teased, looking down at him and holding his chin to make him look back at him.
"Please.. fuck me..! Please..!"
And from that point on, things escalated even further than he had expected them to.
