minho is in love with his older sister's boyfriend.
and he knew he lacked a chance because her boyfriend, bang chan, was 100% straight.
or so he thought.
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heavy tension
harsh language
sexual content ( i think there will be a lo...
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- dream come true
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minho's eyes widened as he watched chan lean down, eyes squeezing shut as their lips connected.
he squirmed on the sheets, hands moving to grip chan's hair, pressing their lips together even more.
it felt natural.
chan's large hands moved to cup minho's hips, gripping them tightly as he moved them upward; moving his own down, grinding against him.
a broken, muffled whimper left minho's mouth; thighs trembling around chan's waist.
the older male groaned as minho gripped his hair, pulling away momentarily to gaze down at the younger before smashing their lips together once more.
teeth clashing and spit forming together, the two frotted against each other; muffled whimpers and groans emitted from the both of them.
the younger felt overly sensitive, hands trembling as they grasped another handful of chan's blonde, curly locks; feeling his hips be forced to grind against the older by his hands.
"'m— ah—.." minho tried to muster up the words, a knot growing in his stomach, close to bursting anytime now.
chan pulled away, keeping up with his grinding. "you're close?"
minho nodded, a broken whine leaving his lips as chan stopped right then and there.
"you want me to keep going, huh?"
he nodded again.
"beg for it then."
minho's cock twitched at the low, raspy tone of chan's voice, leaking into the constrictions of his boxers.
he shook his head, too humiliated to even think about begging for his release, chan would give it to him soon, right?
the older's gaze darkened. "then i'm stopping here."
tears instantly sprung to minho's eyes as he shook his head frantically, hands gripping chan's hair tighter in attempt to keep him where he was now. "p— please," he whispered, humiliation and embarrassment evident at the deep blush on his cheeks. "please, let m— me cum."
