Easy ||chanmin||

Four

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Seungmin stirred, slowly waking up to the sensation of warmth and the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped over him. For a moment, he panicked, his usual instinct to flee kicking in. But then he remembered where he was—and with whom.

Chan was still asleep beside him, his features relaxed and softened in slumber. It was a stark contrast to the intensity Seungmin had witnessed the night before. As he lay there, Seungmin replayed the events in his mind, the way Chan had taken control, the way he had made Seungmin feel utterly consumed by desire.

Seungmin shifted slightly, intending to slip out of bed and make his usual quick getaway. But the movement woke Chan, who immediately tightened his grip around Seungmin's waist, pulling him closer.

"Leaving so soon?" Chan's voice was rough with sleep, but there was an edge to it that sent a shiver down Seungmin's spine.

Seungmin forced a casual smile, trying to hide his sudden anxiety. "Just thought I'd head out before it gets awkward."

Chan's eyes opened, and he looked at Seungmin with an intensity that made him feel completely exposed. "I don't think so," Chan said, his voice firm. "Stay."

It wasn't a request—it was a command. And Seungmin, for the first time in a long time, found himself at a loss for words. Something about the way Chan said it, the possessiveness in his tone, sent a thrill through him that he couldn't ignore.

Chan leaned in, pressing a kiss to Seungmin's shoulder before moving up to his neck, his lips grazing the sensitive skin just below Seungmin's ear. "You're not running away from this."

Seungmin swallowed hard, his resolve crumbling under Chan's touch. He had always been the one in control, the one who called the shots and left before things got too complicated. But with Chan, it was different. There was something about this man that made Seungmin want to stay, to see where this could go.

Chan's hand slid down Seungmin's chest, his touch light but possessive. "I want more of you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Last night wasn't enough."

Seungmin's breath hitched as Chan's hand moved lower, teasingly brushing against his already sensitive skin. He knew he should get up, make some excuse, and leave before he got in too deep. But instead, he found himself leaning into Chan's touch, craving more.

"What are you doing to me?" Seungmin whispered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Chan's lips curved into a smile against Seungmin's skin. "Making you mine."

The words sent a shockwave through Seungmin, and before he could protest, Chan's mouth was on his, capturing him in a kiss that left no room for doubt. Chan's tongue parted Seungmin's lips, exploring him with a slow, deliberate intensity that made Seungmin's head spin.

Chan rolled them over so that Seungmin was on his back, pinned beneath him. The weight of Chan's body against his own was intoxicating, grounding him in a way that made him feel both vulnerable and exhilarated.

As Chan's kisses trailed down Seungmin's neck and chest, Seungmin arched his back, his body responding to every touch, every caress. The pleasure was overwhelming, building with each passing second until Seungmin was writhing beneath Chan, his moans filling the room.

"Please," Seungmin gasped, his voice desperate as he tugged at Chan's hair, pulling him closer.

Chan's hands gripped Seungmin's hips, holding him in place as he positioned himself between Seungmin's legs. "I want to hear you scream my name," Chan whispered, his breath hot against Seungmin's ear.

Seungmin's heart raced, his body trembling with anticipation. And then, with a slow, deliberate thrust, Chan entered him, filling him completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that made Seungmin cry out in ecstasy.

Chan moved with a controlled rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful, driving Seungmin closer and closer to the edge. Seungmin's moans grew louder, his hands clutching at the sheets as he surrendered completely to the pleasure.

"Chan," Seungmin gasped, his voice breaking as he neared his climax. "I'm—"

"Let go," Chan murmured, his voice thick with need. "I've got you."

And with those words, Seungmin shattered, his body convulsing as he came undone beneath Chan. The pleasure was all-consuming, a tidal wave that left him breathless and trembling.

Chan followed soon after, his own release drawn out by the sight of Seungmin falling apart in his arms. He collapsed onto Seungmin, their bodies slick with sweat, their breathing heavy and labored.

For a long moment, they lay there in silence, the only sound the pounding of their hearts. Seungmin felt a strange sense of peace wash over him, a contentment he hadn't felt in a long time. But beneath it all, there was a nagging fear—a fear that he was losing control, that he was getting in too deep.

Chan rolled off of Seungmin, pulling him close and wrapping an arm around him possessively. "You're mine now," Chan murmured, his voice laced with a dangerous mix of affection and obsession.

Seungmin didn't respond. He couldn't. He was too lost in the whirlwind of emotions, too caught up in the realization that, for better or worse, his life was about to change in ways he couldn't predict.

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