ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~connected~[3]

~Chapter 3~

"God, I bet you look so beautiful right now," Chan softly said over the phone. The softness in his voice—he could only imagine how he looked sitting in his bed waiting for his command. "I hate that I'm not there to help you."

Seungmin lightly laughed to himself; he could practically hear the pout through the phone. "Hyung, you're helping me now," he cutely said.

"You're right," he laughed. "Tell me what you're wearing," he stereotypically started.

"What," Seungmin nervously laughed.

"Tell me what you're currently wearing," he smiled as he repeated the order, clearer for him.

"Um, like everything," he continued to ask, quickly growing embarrassed by the request.

"Mhm," Chan softly hummed, confirming. "In detail," he added.

"Okay..I-I have on dark gray sweats," Seungmin started, already feeling far too embarrassed for this, and Chan's soft mhms after weren't helping calm his embarrassment. "..a white tee and.." he hesitantly paused.

"..and," Chan softly repeated, trying to help coax it out of him.

"And y-your hoodie," he whispered, hiding his face with his arm.

"You're wearing one of my hoodies," he shockingly smiled.

"Yeah," Seungmin replied, his voice still small and barely above a whisper.

"So you must miss me just as much, huh?" he slightly smirked.  You never want to wear my hoodies," he lightly laughed.

"I already told you I did," Seungmin lowly whined. "Stop teasing me."

"Okay, I'm sorry," he giggled, trying to stifle his laughter. "Seungmin, you know what we're doing, right??" he asked, just wanting to be sure he was comfortable.

"Mhm," he softly hummed.

"Baby, words, please," he gently asserted.

"Yes, I-I know," Seungmin shyly spoke. Chan cleared his throat as he moved over to the edge of the bed. He was enjoying this way too much, and the sudden pulse from his lap only intensified as he heard the evident nervousness over the phone.

"Hyung," Seungmin lowly called, trying to grab his attention.

"Explain to me; tell me what we're doing," he smirked as he started undoing his belt. Seungmin brought his hand over his mouth, letting out a small muffled whimper as he heard the act over the phone.

"Are you..t-taking your pants off??" Seungmin softly questioned.

"No, not yet, but I'll tell you when," he lightly laughed at the fear in his voice. "Explain my love," he repeated.

"Um..I'm gonna..you're gonna make me come over the phone," he answered almost in a questioning tone.

"We're gonna come together, yeah," he softly smiled.

"Mhm..I mean, yes..sorry," he softly corrected.

"It's okay," he laughed. Seungmin, are you sure you're okay with this??" he asked again. His shyness was cute, but he'd never want to pressure him. He always had to make absolutely sure he was okay with it.

"I promise, I'm okay," he surely said. "I'm just more nervous than normal," he laughed at himself.

"That's okay. Tell me why??" he softly asked, trying to help him overcome this.

"B-Because I'm alone," Seungmin shyly spoke.

"You're not alone; I'm right here."

"But physically, I'm alone," he further explained. 

"Then just pretend I'm there with you, pretend my hoodie is me," he teasingly said.

"Hyung, I'm not crazy," Seungmin rolled his eyes, laughing at the suggestion. 

"I know you're not, but imagine I'm sitting right there with you in bed and softly whispering in your ear what to do," he continued, trying to set a comfortable mood for him.

"Okay," Seungmin said, giving in to the request, taking a deep breath as he crossed his arms tightly across his chest, trying to pretend it was Chan.

"Your hugs are better," he jokingly huffed.

"I'm sorry," he softly apologized again.

"Let's just do it," Seungmin whined. "I'm so hard already," he winced as he moved the pillow from his lap. The imprint of his hardened dick tenting his sweats. "Hyung, please, I'm leaking in my sweats," he softly moaned as he softly grinded against the fabric.

"Fuck baby, you can't make me finish before you," he laughed as he pressed down on his thigh, fighting the stimulation his words gave him. "You can take your pants off now, just your pants," he firmly said.

"Okay," he moaned as he hurriedly slid the garment down his legs and dropped them on the floor beside the bed. "Hyung," he whined.

He could hear the sexual frustration in his voice, "Yes, my love," he softly answered.

"Can I please.." he begged.

"No, not yet," he laughed. "Are you sitting properly in bed," he asked.

"Yes," he moaned as he shifted his body up and laid back on the other pillow in his bed. "Hyung..I can't..I need," he stuttered as he gripped the sheets beneath him, his dick desperately aching to be touched.

"You're so needy right now," he laughed softly, still not giving him the okay.

Seungmin let out a small whimper as the pulsating pain shot up his thighs. The slight twitch of his body provided the only friction as he brushed against his boxes. "Hyung p-please, it hurts," he cried.

Chan couldn't resist the small laugh that escaped his lips, hearing the desperation in his voice. It was affecting him greatly—his small, needy whimpers for him. He finished fully undoing his jeans, slipping them off. " My pants are off," he teasingly told him as he equally dropped them on the floor.

"Fuck hyung," Seungmin deeply groaned. His grip tightened on the sheets beneath him. The control slowly escaping him against the impulsive urge to milk himself dry and mess up his bed sheets. ~~