ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~over the edge~[3]

~Chapter 3~

"Can you open your eyes for me??" Seungmin softly asked, brushing his thumb over the redness.

"These restraints..." Chan lowly chuckled as he slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to look at his wrists. "Can we take them off??" His eyes were soft as if he were worried he might not want them off.

"Of course," Seungmin laughed as he leaned up to undo the chain holding his wrist together. Chan brought his free wrist to his chest as he tried to loosen the band. Seungmin continued laughing, watching Chan struggle as he picked up his wrist to help him.

"Thank you," he smiled as Seungmin finished taking it off and started the other. Chan rubbed his slightly reddened wrists while watching Seungmin put the restraints away. His face was equally flushed red, hair a fluffy mess on his head, stray pieces stuck to his forehead by sweat. "Come here," Chan said, brushing his hand through his hair. "My pretty boy," letting his hand fall down to his cheek as he gave him his attention. He softly held his head in his hands as he pulled the younger to him. Seungmin moved his hands to his chest as Chan pulled at his lips with his. Still pulling him closer to him as he deepened the kiss, sucking softly on his now swollen lips. Chan took one of his hands and held his cock, hovering his body over him.

"W-Wait," Seungmin whimpered through the kiss as Chan teased his hole with his tip, sliding against his hole repeatedly. Holding firmly onto his waist, not allowing him to pull away. Seungmin moaned as he furthered the kiss, more aggressive than prior. As Chan persisted to tease him. "Fuck Hyung," he moaned. His heartbeat was already elevating, and his chest felt like it could explode. Lowering his head as Chan slowly started to push his cock nside him.

"I thought you wanted to ride me," Chan smiled as he continued to force his cock into him; Seungmin's cries grew louder as he took more of his length. "I promise you can still edge me," he groaned as he bottomed out, sitting Seungmin on top of his lap. His body gently shook on him, desperately trying not to collapse onto him already. Returning his grip on his shoulders, he slowly started to move on top of him. Pulling his body up, quickly adapting to his length. He smiled as he looked up at Chan. Watching him ride his length. He put his hand under his chin to lift his head. "R-Remember what I said," Seungmin breathily said, leaning closer to him as he continued to move on him slowly.

"Yes, I do," Chan moaned as he tightened the grip on his waist, helping him move a little. Seungmin smiled as Chan kissed him. Effortlessly pulling at his lips, sucking on them as his tongue brushed against them. He softly pecked his lips before letting his lips move down to his neck. "Can I??" Chan asked as he hovered his lips in front of Seungmin's chest. Seungmin was never one for markings, giving was okay, but never receiving. Chan respected that, but he couldn't help but want to ask from time to time. Especially at this moment.

Seungmin definitely would regret saying 'it's okay' later, but his mind was so clouded with pleasure to reject even as Chan placed his lips against his skin. Softly kissing before roughly sucking as he pulled away. Seungmin moans getting higher in pitch as Chan's lips covered his chest, red bruises appearing almost immediately the harder he sucked on him. "H-Hyung," Seungmin softly whimpered as Chan stopped at his nipples, letting his tongue circle around them. 

"Hey, don't stop," Chan said, rubbing his lower back softly. 

"Fuck, I-I won't," Seungmin said as he continued to ride him. Lifting his body up and pushing himself roughly back down over his length. The force makes them both moan in unison. "Fuck," Seungmin cried as he palmed his shoulder, pushing him down as he continued to fuck him at the same pace.

"Seungmin," Chan softly called as he pulled his head away from him, wet splotches left in place from his kisses. Looking down as Seungmin continued snapping his ass into his pelvis, watching his cock disappear into him. Chan moved his hand to his ass. "Fuck my boy's doing so good for me," Chan said, helping push him down. "So fucking good," he moaned as he continued to force him over his length.

"Mmm," Seungmin smiled at the praise, biting down on his bottom lip as Chan's fingers dug into the skin of his ass and waist. "Hyung," he softly moaned, his body twitching as he removed his hand down to his sensitive, hardened dick. Eyes tightly shut, softly whimpering as he tried to wrap his hand around his length. Chan smiled as he gently placed his hand on the other side, overlapping his. "N-No, s-stop," Seungmin quickly said as his eyes shot open to him. Impulsively grabbing Chan's wrist with his free hand.

"Let me help," Chan said as he started to move his hand slowly against his length. Easily against the hold, Seungmin thinks he is implying on him.

"I-I can't, fuck I'm gonna come."

"Do it," Chan smiled, stroking his hand harder. "Make a pretty mess for me, right on my chest." His words. Causing his whole body to shake as he desperately clawed at his chest. He is slowly losing his momentum riding his cock. His breath was heavy as tears fell down his eyes the harder Chan stroked him.

"Come on, keep moving for me," Chan encouraged, using his other hand to lift his ass. He lowly groaned as Seungmin failed to hold himself up, sitting back on his lap. "You really know how to piss me off," Chan scoffed as he roughly smacked his ass. The way his body jolted made him shift in his lap. Suppressing his moan as he roughly squeezed the reddened skin.

"Hm," Seungmin said as he looked up to him.

"Stop fucking holding back," Chan angrily added, still aggressively stroking his dick.

"I-I'm not," he giggled

"Sure, I can feel your dick throbbing in my hand," Chan irritatedly continued, taking his other hand to pull his face towards him. "Why won't you come for me??" he whined, feeding his hand behind his neck, turning his head so his neck was exposed to him. Gently placing his plumped lips on him. Dragging his tongue across as he sucked on his sweet skin. "Pretty please," he softly begged as his kisses fluttered down to his chest. He knew precisely how his begging would affect him, and the smile plastered on his face made it apparent as he continued to suck his blood.

"Please, Seungmin," Chan continued to whine.~~