ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~satisfy him~[4]

~Chapter 4~

The two continued. Chan lying down with his back facing the bed, holding firmly onto Seungmin's waist as he helped him move vertically on top of him. He moved him slowly, allowing Seungmin to feel every inch.

And that he did with every connection of him on Chan's pelvis. Seungmin's head was thrown back, his hands tightly grasping Chan's waist. Without knowing, Chan was no longer helping him, as much as he was moving on his own.

He loved to ride him; he liked the small sense of control he had. And Chan loved watching him move over him and on his own. The way he tightened around him as he snapped his ass into his hips. "Fuck Seungmin," he moaned, tightening his grip.

Seungmin loved to hear how well he was doing, letting his suppressed moans indicate this. He overlapped his hands on Chans and pulled them towards his dick. He leaned over to Chan's ear. "Tell your boy how good he's doing," he moaned as he kissed his jaw.

"He's doing so good," Chan whispered as he returned to gently stroking him. "My boy is doing so well for me."

"I-Is he??" he huffed as he pulled his face from him, continuing his movement on top of him, his praise driving his bounces.

"So fucking good," Chan moaned, his strokes growing more aggressive as he roughly continued riding him. "I'm so proud of him."

Seungmin hands continued to grasp Chan's waist, digging his nails deeply into his skin by his words. Leaving behind marks that made Chan moan in pleasure. Seungmin body started to fall numb by Chan's hands the harder he caressed him, not letting up.

Every time Seungmin gripped tighter on his waist, he meticulously stroked his hand harder over him. It was so hard that Seungmin's entire body was tense by the pressure.

"Fuck Hyung," he said as he bit down his bottom lips, tears flooding down his face. Still trying to control his body as he moved over him.

"Will my boy come for me??" Chan softly asked as he slowed his hand down. Tenderly moving his hand, a combination of grasping and rotating vertically on his dick while he continued his strokes. Menacingly switching between going slow and faster against him.

"Aahh, your boy," Seungmin moaned as he palmed his chest. 

"My beautiful boy," he smiled, looking up at him. Placing his hand under his chin to lift his face to him.  

"I fucking love when you call me your boy," Seungmin moaned as he leaned into him, softly looking him in the eyes.

"So will he??" Chan cooed at him, pulling his chin and softly connecting their lips. Seungmin nodded his head, letting out soft whimpers the closer he reached his peak. His pace decreased tremendously as he continued forcing his ass over his length.

Losing himself to Chan's warm hands rubbing his dick. His whole body tightened as he weakly sat in his lap; he couldn't move anymore. The pressure was unbearable, returning his grip on Chan's wrist.

Chan still softly took his lips as he continued moving his hands. Seungmin's soft moans turned into soft screams as the pulsating pain shot up his legs. The bundling tightened in his stomach as Chan's finger brushed over his swollen tip. His chest miserably heaved as his consciousness slowly escaped him.

"You're doing so good." Chan softly said as he tugged at his lips. Gently brushing his thumb over his cheeks. His heart was pounding like crazy; he couldn't stop his body from shaking as he reached his peak.

"That's my good boy," Chan moaned as he stoked his cum over his chest. Seungmin's body collapses by the relief. He was panting much like a real dog. His body convulsed as Chan drained him, slowly pumping his hand over his length. Repeatedly kissing the top of his head as he buried his face in his shoulder. His hands weakly overlapped Chan's, trying to stop him from moving.

Chan softly giggled as he removed his hand, letting his dick fall flaccid between them. Groaning as he slowly lifted his ass off him. Fighting against the clench of his ass as he fully lifted him from his length. Chan leaned up with him in his arms, his cum dripping down the creases of his abs, softly kissing the exhausted boy on his lips.

Before lying beside him, Chan got off the bed and went to pick up his clothes, which were scattered on the floor. "And where are you going??" Seungmin said as he sat up and looked over to Chan.

"What do you mean??" Chan said, still picking up both his and Seungmin's clothes. 

"It's your turn," Seungmin asserted.

"No, I'm fine," Chan laughed as he shook his head. "You've already been through enough."

"What about that??" he said, pointing down to his hips. 

"I'll worry about it later. You need to rest."

"But what if we worry about it now," he smiled, moving to the edge of the bed, his hands reaching for his cock. "Come on, your boy wants it," he teased as he softly wrapped his hands around his still-hardened length. Softly looking up at him.