ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~over the edge~[1]

Description: Seungmin wants to edge Chan, and he, of course, allows it. 18+

Authors Note: I think the start of this story (Chapter 1) is kinda rough and poorly written, but trust the plot, I promise it gets better!!

Word Count: 8.2k ~ Seven Chapters ~ 

MATURE THEMES- MINORS AVOID!!!

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"Hyung," Seungmin softly called out, turning his direction to Chan, who scoured the younger's closest, finding something for him to wear. His body slightly shaking from the cold of the room against his naked body. The towel Chan wrapped him in failing to cover the entirety of his body.

"Hmm," Chan softly hummed as he continued exploring his closet.

"Can we try it?" he nervously continued, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Hm, what's wrong, try what??" he asked, concerned by the softness of his voice, turning to face him. "Are you cold??" He asked, witnessing his light shivers. Bringing whatever he had already grabbed and walked over to him. He gently kissed his forehead and pulled him against his chest, his hands rubbing the towel against him to warm him up. Seungmin instantly fell soft by his touch. Resting his head on his shoulder, his arms firmly held in place as Chan hugged him. Seungmin reached his hands to his waist, sliding his arms behind his back and pulling him closer to him, wanting him closer. "What did you want to try??"

"Remember what I show you...," Seungmin, inaudibly, mumbled in his neck.

"Seungmin, love, I can't hear you," he giggled as he pulled his head from his neck, smiling at how his hands cupped his cheeks.

"S-Sorry-y," Seungmin stuttered through his puckered lips. "Do you remember what I showed you the other day??" he nervously let out, looking down at his chest.

Chan put his hand under his chin, lifting his head. "You want to edge me??" He smiled at him.

Seungmin nodded his head as he continued to look at him. "I want to edge you multiple times," he innocently added, the words easily slipping off his tongue.

"Fuck Seungmin," he nervously laughed. "You can't just say that."

"Can I??" he begged, his hands still wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Chan continued to smile at him. The way he still managed to look innocent while asking him such an erotic question. He couldn't resist him even if he didn't want to.

"Yes, of course. You can do whatever you want to me," he smiled, watching Seungmin's lips do the same. He squealed as he hugged him tighter, repeatedly pecking his lips excitedly. "Wait, Seungmin," Chan said, pulling back from him, trying to calm him down. "Babe, you got to talk me through it."

"Right, I'm sorry, I just got excited," he laughed at himself.

"It's okay, what do you need me to do first??"

"Lay in the bed," Seungmin said, pointing to it. Chan immediately obeyed as he went to sit in the bed. Seungmin had prepared for this for so long, studied and researched, and even practiced on himself, but now, as he walked to lock the door, and turned to Chan, who was eagerly waiting for him. He was nervous.

He picked up the pair of boxers that Chan had sat on the edge of the bed and put them on. Putting the towel in its place. Walking over to Chan, joining him in bed, and sitting on his lap. "Okay," he said, taking a deep breath. "This is all about trust. Do you trust me??" He asked him.

"100% yes," Chan nodded. "And I trust you, but don't lose my trust in you," he smiled, hoping he didn't sound too intimidating. "Would you rather have your hands bound or free?? If you trust yourself not to interfere, you can stay free," he explained.

"I don't know," Chan replied unsurely. "Hyung, I need you as comfortable as possible for this," he said lowly, looking at him and rubbing his hands against his lower stomach.

"I know, but you're in charge here," Chan smiled at him as he put his hand on his chin, pulling his attention back to him. His smile widened when Seungmin's soft eyes found his. "I want you to use me as you please," Chan softly said, holding his cheek. Giving up his dominance and falling submissive to him. Seungmin nodded, pulling his hand over Chan's, softly kissing it before climbing off of him. He was still nervous, but his building excitement clouded it. He kneeled beside his bed as he pulled out his box.

"You need a safe word," he said as he returned to Chan and set the box beside him. Chan's attention was fixed on it, which was about the same size as a shoebox.

"A safe word??" Chan asked, curious about its contents.

"As a precaution, if it gets too intense, too much for you to handle at any point, say the word, and all moves will stop," Seungmin explained as he opened the box.

"Just any word??"

"Mmhm, I won't stop if you say stop," he smiled as he pulled out the restraints.

"Okay then, Manila," Chan teased. Seungmin looked at him, an annoying smirk plastered across his face. "What??" Chan asked, his face not letting up.

"Nothing, Manila, it is," he playfully laughed at him as he picked up his hand. "You don't have to use it, but if you do, all movements will stop," he repeated as he strapped the leather restraints securely around his wrist. "Do you understand??" he asked, fitting the prong through the hole and finishing it before picking up his other hand.

"Yes," Chan replied, unable to do anything but watch. "Good," he smiled at him as he repeated the process on the other wrist.

"How are these, are they too tight??"

"No, they're fine."

"Okay, I'm gonna lift your arms above your head," he said, gently pulling both hands up, not forgetting the chain that tied the restraints together. He leaned over Chan, moving his body closer to the bed's frame. His pelvis painfully close to Chan's face. Seungmin finished hooking him up, softly pulling on his arms to see he was secure. Satisfied, he leaned back down, resting his body on Chans.

"Oh, one last thing," Seungmin said, sitting back up. "This is all about trust, and I trust you," he added, unfolding the towel that was securely wrapped around his waist. Just as he imagined, his cock still slightly softened, fighting to get as hard as possible. Seungmin smiled, watching him move, practically having a mind of its own, one he knew all too well. "If you feel you might come, tell me. I don't want to see any cum shoot out your dick, okay" he looked back up to Chan, who nodded his head at him while he watched out for Seungmin's hands that rested scarcely close.

"Hyung, I need verbal confirmation," Seungmin seriously let out.

Chan looked back at him, Seungmin staring deeply into his eyes, waiting for his response. "Y-Yes, Okay," Chan quickly said, understanding the importance.

"Okay, good," Seungmin said, reaching back into the box and pulling out a small silicone ring. "Tell me if this is uncomfortable," he added before firmly wrapping his hand around his cock. Sliding the ring gently around his length, already feeling him growing a little harder in his hands. The restraints proved to be a smart move. The sound of metal hitting the bar as Chan impulsively moved his arms.

"How does that feel??" Seungmin eagerly asked him, fitting the black ring around his base.

"G-Good," he quickly replied, genuinely enjoying how it hugged tightly around him.

"Okay then," Seungmin smiled as he leaned back over Chan, resting his chest on his. Leaning in to gently kiss his neck, leaving no inch of his skin untouched. Grinding his hips against him as his lips continuously climbed up to his chin. He smiled at the soft moans, just barely escaping the smirk on Chan's lips as he continued. Seungmin's other hand gently held his cheek as he pulled his head away from him. "Let's begin," he said, his thumb returning to his lips. Brushing his finger over them as his hand on his cheek tightened. His eyes were deeply fixed on his lips, perfectly plump and soft to the touch. ~~