ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~over the edge~[2]

~Chapter 2~ 

Chan pouted as he continued to tease him. Seungmin laughed as he quickly pressed their lips together, gently tugging at his bottom lip as he pulled away. Returning with more aggression, already falling addict to his taste. Hungrily brushing his tongue against his bottom lip to pry his lips apart. Quickly slipping his tongue in to meet his. Seungmin moved his hand to the back of Chan's head, feeding his tips through his hair. 

Falling out of breath as the kiss desperately persisted. The smacking of their spit as their tongue played against each other. Chan soft moans as Seungmin playfully bites his lip. Seungmin struggled to pull away from Chan, who tightly held on to him. Panting against his lips, looking down at his lap. 

"You're still not hard," he whined, looking back up at him. "What?? I don't turn you on anymore," he said, sucking his teeth as he pulled away from him.

"What!! No, of course you do," Chan quickly defended. "I'm just nervous," he awkwardly chuckled, looking away from him.

Seungmin smiled as he leaned his face back to him, turning his face so his jawline was shown to him. His kisses fluttered against him, reaching up for his ear. "I can't ride you if you're soft," he whispered as he continued to kiss him. His hips were still softly grinding on his lap as his hand held soft but firmly around his neck.

"I-I know," Chan moaned at his soft touch against him as he continued his wet kisses down his neck. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't resist as he sucked on his skin. Unintentional marks were left on his neck after every kiss. His other hand slid down his chest. Chan's body slightly twitched as his fingers tickled his skin.

Seungmin reached his hand into his boxers, stroking his dick before taking them off. Chan desperately tried to look and see what Seungmin was doing but couldn't with his grip on his neck. It wasn't until he felt Seungmin's bare dick resting against his.

"S-Seungmin," Chan barely let out as he started to rub their dicks together. Spreading his hand as far as he could to fit around the both of them as he continued faster. Seungmin buried his face in his neck, panting against his skin as he moved his hand to his shoulder. His hand dug into his skin at the feeling of their dicks dryly sliding back and forth. Feeling just as good for Chan as he throbbed in his hands. The chain clinked against the bar as Seungmin brushed his finger over his tip.

"Fuck, there he is," Seungmin breathily moaned as he pulled his head from Chan. Letting his hand slide down to his base as he gently stroked him. He smiled, looking down at his length, which was slightly bigger than normal because of the ring. Lewdly thinking of taking every inch of him later. "Hyung," he called, looking up, his eyes shut, cheeks flushed red, his mouth slightly apart as he still stroked him. He laughed as he leaned in to kiss him. He furrowed his eyebrows as he pulled away. Chan still remaining the same way. "Fine," Seungmin said before quickly pecking him again. He shifted his body down. Kissing down his chest, resting his other hand on his lower stomach.

He wasted no time, puckering his lips around his swollen tip, softly sucking on the sensitive slit. Gaining one of the many clashes of the chain against the bar. Seungmin giggled as he looked up to him, getting redder as he continued. He looked back down at him. His head popped back as a little of Chan's precum shot on his face. "God, I love you so much," Seungmin moaned as he took his fingers and pulled the white cream to his mouth. Chan would've teased him about it, but the combination of the restraints, the ring suffocating his cock, and Seungmin being in charge sent him into another world.

Seungmin held firm around his base as his tongue ever so gently circled his tip before pulling his lips down the side of his length. His breath was heavy, lips pulled slightly apart as he slid his mouth back up. His hand followed, gently stroking shallowly against his length. Feeling every throbbing pulse of his veins against his hands. He continued his gentle strokes before sliding his mouth down his cock. Slowly starting to bob his head deeply back and forth, his spit sliding down his length as he stuffed his mouth.

Desperately fitting his length down his throat. His muffled chokes vibrated against his tip. He moved his hand to his thigh, bracing himself as he held his head in place. His hands tightly gripped the skin in its place as his tip extended past the back of his throat. With his lips hugging firmly around his base. Denying himself air as he choked on him. Chan inaudibly moaned, desperately pulling his hands towards him, the sound of the bar as his only response.

And if only he could see Seungmin now, the way he raised his eyes to him. Looking fondly at him with his cock shoved down his throat. Tears formed in his eyes, threatening to drop. Face growing redder at the lack of oxygen. Chin messily soaked in his own spit. It would've definitely pushed him over the edge. Seungmin slowly started to raise his mouth. Moving meticulously off his length. 

Only halfway before shoving his mouth completely back down. Chan's entire body shifted by the action. He pushed his head as far as it could before fully pulling himself off. Desperately coughing as his spit dripped over him. Pulling it over his length as he slowly continued to stroke him. Smiling at how wet his hands were getting.

He leaned back down, still softly panting as he returned his lips to him. Filthily sliding his mouth against his length, sucking at his circumference. He moaned, feeling the pulse against his lips, greedily wanting to choke on him again. Hugging his lips around his head as his tongue brushed horizontally against it. The sound of the chain clashing drove his mouth as he pulled his lips down to his base. Aggressively forcing his head down his shaft, violently fucking his throat, its tightness actively stimulating his tip. Chan, who was pretty much stoic the entire time, only the sound of the bar being the only indication of his enjoyment, now couldn't hide his moans.

His legs slightly started to shake under him. His moans grew louder. His breaths were heavy, and he continued desperately to bring his hands towards them. "S-Seungmin," he faintly choked out. Trying to get his attention, remembering his words from earlier. He was so close he could feel his entire body burning as he fought his peak. "Fuck Manila," he quickly said, so close to the edge, another second, and he wouldn't have been able to stop himself. Seungmin immediately removed his head, like before coughing as he hovered over his length. He backed away, against his own will, removing his hands as well. All movements had to stop.

"That's one," he softly mumbled to himself, looking up at his lack of movement. Smiling at his still-flushed red cheeks, reaching his hand up to them.~~