ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~over the edge~[4]

~Chapter 4~

"O-Okay, stop fucking pouting," Seungmin sighed, not having to even look at him to hear it in his voice. He put one of his hands on the front of his neck, pushing his head back into the headboard while his other hand lapped Chans on his dick. "Quiet, okay," he said, looking at Chan, who obediently nodded his head. Seungmin smiled as he started to pull up his uncontrollably shaking body, even more as he fought against his own sudden tightness, before slowly lowering his body back down, returning his momentum over his length.

He slowly moved his hand over Chans, insinuating him to move his hand also, quickly moving to it as he continued to ride the intensity. His hand instantly felt warm against his neck. The redder he got, the tighter Seungmin hugged against him, and the faster he moved over him. Equally, almost immediately, he felt the bundling in his lower stomach as he continued riding him, only driving him to ride faster.

"S-Seungmin," Chan softly let out as his mouth hung open.

Seungmin ignored his call, continuing faster than before, his own moans uncontrollably loud as he pounded his ass into his hips. So mind fucked as his body stuttered, sitting on top of him. His breaths scattered as he crouched over his body, his long hair dangling over his head. Just barely reaching Chan's lower stomach. "Y-You're so f-fucking deep," Seungmin breathily moaned as one hand pushed down on his stomach, the other rubbing his own stomach.

"F-Fuck," he cried as he leaned his body up, still sitting on his lap. Moved his hand to his dick as he aggressively stroked. Mercilessly, guiding his hand back and forth against his own length while he chased his peak. His hand jerked when Chan brushed his fingers through his hair. "Uh fuck," he moaned as his thick warm cream shot against Chan's chest.

"Good boy, good fucking boy," Chan continuously praised as his chest painted with Seungmin's thick white strings. Witnessing his body roughly jolt with each stroke. Each shake swayed his body in his lap, which inched Chan closer and closer to his peak, almost to the point where he couldn't suppress himself. He tried his hardest to maintain control as he gently attempted to lift Seungmin off him.

"Seungmin, I need you up," he softly said as he rubbed his hand against his hips. Biting his bottom lip, trying not to give in to the feeling as Seungmin intentionally continued moving in his lap.

"Mm, no," Seungmin playfully giggled as he firmly adjusted himself over his lap.

"God Seungmin, please," Chan pleaded, begging for him to get up. Unaware of the way his wall reflexively contrasted around his length. Pinching at his skin, the throbbing pulse growing more noticeable. "P-Please, Seungmin."

"Okay," he laughed as he put his hands on his waist, lifting his body up. Both let out their held breaths as Seungmin completely came off him. His body immediately dropped back into his lap, Chan's cock still throbbing after the relief. Seungmin gently grabbed Chan's hands, which rested beside him, and pulled them over his head. Chan decided not to question him as he used one of his hands to hold both his against the headboard. His other was placed on the bed beside him, as he leaned his head towards his chest. Chan followed his movement while Seungmin kept his eyes on him. It didn't take Chan long to conclude what he was doing.

"Seungmin, wha- mm," he started to say before Seungmin softly connected his lips with his chest. Moving his tongue against his skin, collecting all of his cum and cleaning his chest. He smiled as he pulled his head away, somehow managing to hit almost every inch of the surface. Leaning back in as he moved down to the spots on his lower stomach. Pushing his body back, his ass sliding over his length. Which gained a big reaction from him, his unmuffled moan shocking Seungmin as he pulled his head back. "S-Seungmin m-manila," he whispered.

"That's two," Seungmin said as he leaned up properly on his lap. He let go of his hands, dropping weightlessly to the bed at the lack of support. He put his hand on his cheek, brushing his fingers against his lip before kissing him. Chan instantly kissed him back, desperate for a taste of him, equally raising his hand to his cheek.

"Are you okay??" Seungmin asked as he pulled away.

"Are you??" Chan equally asked. Seungmin smiled as he nodded his head before they continued to kiss passionately. Chan started to lean up with him still in his lap. Smiling as he moved his other hand to his cheek as well. He pulled away, pecking his lips and his face a million times as he laid Seungmin down in front of him, hovering over him. He leaned down, kissing him again. Hopping off the bed as he pulled away. "Come here," he said, pulling Seungmin's arm with him off the bed. 

His other hand stroked his cock. Still hardened and sightly sensitive, his peak successfully cooled down. Seungmin willingly went with his guidance. Standing directly in front of him as Chan pushed him against the bed. Seungmin curiously waited to see what he was doing. Watching the way a smirk crept upon his lips before Chan was flipping him around. Pressing his body against his back, already moving to kiss his neck. One hand gripped his waist while the other gently pushed his back down to the bed.

"But we've never," Seungmin frantically said as he turned his head to look at Chan.

"I know," he said as he kissed his lower back. Unworried about his shaking body beneath him. "Lift this leg for me," he continued as he placed his hand on the back of his thigh. And despite Seungmin being nervous about the new position, he would still do as Chan asked. "Good," Chan smiled at his obedience. He backed away, stroking his cock once before bringing his tip to Seungmin's hole. Sliding vertically like before, teasing him. Seungmin's moans were already loudening as his fingers gripped the sheets, burying his face in the bed as Chan slid against him.~~