ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~connected~[4]

~Chapter 4~

"You're being patient for me, right," he softly cooed at him as he moved back into the bed.

"Yes, I'm trying," he whined at him.

"Good boy. You can take your boxers off now," he smiled. "Thank you," he sighed, taking a deep breath as he sat up and removed them. Quickly moving back to his spot and eagerly awaiting his next order.

"Baby, you can start now. Soft, slow strokes, okay," he told him. I'll tell you how fast or slow I want you to go," he added.

"O-okay," Seungmin softly winced as he wrapped his hand around his length, already far too sensitive to every little touch. Impatiently moving to gliding his hand vertically on himself. "Fuck," he softly groaned as he continued the painfully slow pace.

"Slow," Chan firmly repeated the request, following himself as he pulled down his boxers just enough to pull himself out. Letting out a deep breath as he pulled spit from his mouth and started his strokes over his cock.

"I am," he whined as he continued the steady motion. Somehow, still giving himself an insane amount of pleasure, his body was already starting to shake from the pressure.

"Good. You wanna go faster," he asked, impatiently wanting to go faster himself.

"Mhm," Seungmin moaned, throwing his head back against the pillow.

"Love, what did I say," he softly groaned.

"I'm sorry. Please, can I go faster now?" he softly asked.

"Of course," he smiled. "Fast, rough strokes, can you do that for me," he directed.

"Y-Yes," he softly huffed, trying to control his heartbeat that desperately pounded against his chest.

"My boy is doing so good for me," he softly cooed at him.

"I'm doing good," he softly repeated.

"Always," Chan assured him. "Can you start for me now," he softly asked.

"O-Okay," he softly replied as he readjusted his hand around his dick. His body was already so sensitive and worn out, barely possessing enough strength to move against his length. The only push was Chan's soft encouragement over the phone; there was no doubt Seungmin had a small praise kink. "Oh f-fuck," he loudly moaned as he started his strokes. Carelessly fast, mind-numbingly rough.

"Good boy," Chan lowly praised through his own moan as he started his movement over himself. Seungmin aggressively bit down on his bottom lip to quiet himself, paired with the still tightening grip on Chan's sheets.

It wasn't working as he let out a loud gasp at the tension in the bottom of his stomach. Getting louder the closer he chased his peek, relentlessly stroking his dick, afraid the feeling would fade if he stopped.

"Baby, you're doing so good," Chan smiled, continuing his praise, not realizing how much his words affected him. "But that's not exactly staying quiet," he laughed, only hearing him get louder over the phone. Undoubtedly, the guys would hear if they were still there.

"I-I..can't," he breathily moaned.

"It's okay, love, don't worry about anything else right now. Are you ready to come??" He asked

"F-Fuck..y-yes," he eagerly answered, still maintaining his sloppily rapid rhythm.

Chan smirked. He knows it is wrong to play with him now, especially with how close he was to finishing, but he couldn't help it. "I want you to slow down," he teased.