❝𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝❞ ℳ𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃

12

The moments that'll take Minho to regret what he said said never came. What followed was way better.

Clock ticked way faster when Minho was pulled by his waist, lips were attached to the other like magnets and his cheeks turned red as roses.

But he kissed back, feeling all types of emotions building up inside while the man of his dreams held him so perfectly, kissing him lovingly.

It was very amusing how Minho ended in this position but that's not the main concern here when the kiss started to heat up, when Chan dominated his soul, nothing  really was important than the man who held him.

Minho wrapped his legs around Chan, letting his whole weight onto the older. He wanted this moment to be different, unlike the first time which were just fragments. This time he wanted them to be buried in his memory, heart and soul forever. He doesn't care if Chan regrets all this at the morning, all he knew was this second, he craved for the older.

Chan parted his lips away, trailing his lips down to Minho's neck, leaving wet kisses and then sucking the sweet skin near the collarbone.

"mhmm.." Minho sounds were music to Chan's ears, turning him on by the seconds passing.

Oh did Chan enjoyed Minho's victory? Of course he did, if this is what the deal supposed to be he'd gladly lose in anything.

They stumbled their way back to Chan's bedroom. The same familiar room striking shivers down to Minho's spine. It's stupid but Minho's clueless of what to do at this second. He was craving for the man but what now? He's all onto being very feared as to what his next action should be. Damn! He's new to all those intimate actions.

Chan was glad to guide Minho through the actions, lips magnetized to each other's again, cherishing the moment while Chan ripped off the buttons of Minho's shirt while Minho collected himself to do the same.

Minho's breath came out heavy, sweat dripping through his messy hair when Chan cupped his face. He stared at Chan's face, fingertips tracing the smooth skin lovingly.

Maybe it was those dark brown, dreamy eyes that he fell so hard for, or maybe this charming persona and the very smile of Chan he fell for. He doesn't know..But all he knew his he fell harder in love. There was no denying in it. He's in love with this man, he's not going to run from the truth anymore.

He pulled Chan's face closer to his once more, attacking the older's lips for kiss. He couldn't get used to those lips at all. It feels as the first time always.

Minho's lips traced down to Chan's chest, leaving kisses and sucking the milky skin while enjoying Chan's smooth groans. His hands roamed around the older's abs, proud that this man's his tonight.

All he wished for is that this wasn't a dream when he was pulled to the bed, chan on top of him, eyes carrying his whole universe.
Chan's lips attached his nipples, rippling breathy moans out of him.

A finger played with one of his nipples while the other kept on sucking his nipples. Minho gripped onto Chan's hair, pushing the older's face deeper into his skin.

But then the tables turned when Chan unbuttoned Minho's pants. In a swift Chan found himself attached to the mattress and Minho on top if him, caging him to the bed.

"Today's my turn darling" Minho's whisper sent shivers down his spine and before he could recall what was happening a loud moan escaped his mouth when Minho sucked his pale skin close to the abdomen while playing with his nipples.

However, there was no fighting in it, when Chan let the younger kiss his lips, he knows like hell he'll let this man do anything to him.

"Wait.. I have never done this" those wide eyes were way adorable for this very heated up situation but Minho just shook his head with a chuckle.