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𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑......𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 (𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗)

(EARLY TIMESKIPS!!!)

"No, we're definitely not done," he agreed, his voice a little more huskier now.

.

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"We've only just begun."

With that, he lowered his head and captured Chan's lips in a deep, hungry kiss, his hands now moving to explore further under his shirt.

One of his hands roamed under Chan's shirt, his fingers sliding up his side and feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips. The other hand moved to the back of Chan's head, fingers tangling in the strands, pulling him even closer, the kiss growing more intense.

He could feel the way Chan's body arched into his, the way he moved against him, seeking more. His own body was on fire with want, the slow and torturous pace he was setting almost unbearable.

With some reluctance, Minho pulled away from the kiss, his breathing uneven and heavy. He looked at Chan, taking in his flushed cheeks, his parted lips, the way his eyes were half-lidded with desire.

Chan groaned and laid on the breathing heavily  "f-fuck"

Minho was lying beside Chan, both of them were trying to catch their breaths. His body was still humming with satisfaction and exertion. He rolled over to look at Chan, taking in his disheveled appearance and the blissful expression on his face. A small satisfied smile played on his lips.

He ran his fingers lightly over Chan's arm, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"You alright?"

Chan felt so good yet so sore at the same time but still managed to look at minho "I'm so glad I chose you"

Minho's heart skipped a beat as he heard Chan's words. He shifted closer, wrapping his arm around Chan's waist and pulling him closer, their legs tangling together.

He placed a gentle kiss on the top of Chan's head, his voice soft and sincere.

"Me too," he murmured. "There's no one I'd rather be with than you."

He tightened his arms around Chan, his possessiveness flaring up again. He loved the feeling of having him so close, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly. He couldn't imagine being without him now.

He rested his chin on top of Chan's head, inhaling the scent of his hair and skin.

"I hope you know you're mine now," he teased lightly, a hint of possessiveness in his voice.

Chan chuckled  "hell yeah, no one could change my mind"

Minho chuckled in response, feeling a surge of possessiveness coursing through him. He tightened his arm around Chan's waist, pulling him even closer. His hand gently caressed his back.

"Good," he said, the word coming out almost as a growl. "Because I don't plan on sharing you with anyone else."

Chan felt tired and went to a comfortable position and smiled at minho "mmmm"

Minho watched as Chan found a comfortable position and smiled tiredly at him. His own body was starting to feel tired too, but the warm happiness he felt by having Chan close to him easily outweighed the exhaustion.

He gently pulled the covers over them, cocooning them both in warmth and comfort. He then wrapped his arms around Chan again, their bodies still intertwined, and placed a few gentle kisses on his forehead.