ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~connected~[6]

~Chapter 6~

Seungmin couldn't believe he was even doing this. But more than that, he couldn't believe how good it felt. As he bucked his hips against the pillow, feeling the fabric softly rub against his dick. "Hyung.." he dryly moaned, the feeling rendering his mind numb.

"Yes, baby," Chan equally moaned back, hearing his voice. Only being able to imagine how fucked he looked at the moment.

"God, i-it feels..feels so fucking good," he proudly proclaimed to him.

"So good you're gonna come for me," Chan lowly groaned as he continued roughly stroking himself, using Seungmin's deafeningly loud moans to guide his hand. "My boy's gon' come for me, yeah," he softly asked again.

"Ah f-fuck.. yess," he loudly answered as he continued wildly thrusting his hips into the pillow. Gripping tightly onto it as, he felt the tightness in the bottom of his stomach return. His back desperately parted from the bed the closer he reached his peak.

Chan, on the other end, was fighting himself for control. But hearing the soft whimpers from the younger was equally pushing him closer. And as much as he tried, he couldn't stop himself. His hand acted on its own as he continued rubbing against his length.

Pretending they were Seungmin's hands instead. Maybe he was a little crazy..but it was working. He slightly leaned back on the bed on his opposite arm, letting his hand grip the sheets behind him as he fervently continued.

"H-Hyung..I-I'm so close," he whined. The building pressure started to weaken his body and, with it, against his control, his momentum. Tiredly slowing down the thrust of his hips. "Hyung.." he whinyly called again through a struggled moan, desperately seeking his help.

"My love, you got to stop holding back," he softly cooed at him, understanding his pain. He also knew that was something he subconsciously did so he could last longer with him. "Baby...I can't finish unless you do," Chan softly told him, but the other clearly heard the slight desperation in his voice.

Seungmin sighed. He didn't even realize he was doing it. "I'm sorry," he lowly apologized out of embarrassment.

"Seungmin, it's okay. It's not your fault," Chan lightly laughed at his cuteness. "But stop holding back," he playfully scolded him. Seungmin laughed back as he took a deep breath, repositioning the pillow against his still throbbing dick. His body slightly twitched at the soft shagged feeling against his very sensitive length.

"Okay..f-fuck," he winced as he restarted his movement, trying to use whatever strength he gained from the short pause—not a lot. Slowly moving it vertically against himself.

"Good boy," Chan lowly groaned as he matched him, wrapping his large hand around his base and slowly starting his pumps. Like before, he used Seungmin's almost instant loudening moans to drive his movement. Quickly losing control, his body was just as desperate to finish now. "You're doing so good, baby," he softly praised, hoping that would help push him closer.

"Hyung.." Seungmin whimpered as he continued, not daring to stop; the feeling was too good. He bit his bottom lip as he threw his head back. "S-shit," he moaned as he let go of the pillow and replaced it with his hand, and ferociously stroked his dick.

"Good.. fuck just like that," Chan continued to praise as he stood up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom in his room. Afraid to mess up the nice hotel room he was staying in, he grabbed the sink countertop and continued listening to the soft whimpers and panting from Seungmin.

His own body started to shake by the intense feeling surrounding his lower body. "Seungmin..f-fuck," he softly begged. It was getting harder to suppress himself against the control he didn't have anymore. But he was determined to wait for the other.

"I'm so sorry," Seungmin cried. It wasn't his fault; he really couldn't help it. "Hyung, I'm t-trying," he softly whined. He felt bad for him.

"I know. It's okay," Chan said lowly, taking a deep breath. You're overthinking it. Just let go," he tried to explain to him calmly. Seungmin sighed to himself. He didn't get why this was so hard now; he knows he tends to hold back, but Chan always helps him work past it. Maybe he needed Chan more than he thought.

"Come on, Seungmin. I know you can do this," Chan gently continued, following the younger's silence. Can you do this for me, please?" he softly added.

There are two things about Seungmin: he loves to be praised and hated to disappoint Chan. And it was the perfect push he needed, hearing the older begging for him.

"Y-Yes," Seungmin softly moaned as he picked up where he had left off, wrapping his hand around his length. "I need you to fuck me when you get back," Seungmin lightly laughed as he moved his hand.

"I promise I will," Chan laughed back, starting as well. Two continued their strokes, gradually increasing on both ends, till both were so mind-fucked they couldn't think straight.

Only the sounds of each other's mutual moans playing in each other's heads. They were so far gone that they couldn't stop their release even if their movements halted.

Seungmin returned his grip to the sheet, his mouth slightly agape as he forced his hand over his length. His body reflexively squirmed at the tightness in his pelvis. "Fuck..f-fuck..fuck!" he whimpered as his hand stuttered, letting out a deep sigh of relief as he slowly pumped his release onto the bed. "H-Hyung I-I.." he panted, softly stuttering out. Suddenly growing embarrassed again as he saw his hand and pelvis stained white with his cum.

"I know, my love," Chan slightly laughed, panting as he descended from his peak. He knew the exact moment the younger came undone, which immediately triggered his release. He was actually thankful to himself for making the split decision to move to the bathroom, considering the mess he made on the bathroom floor. His large load splattered against the wall and floor of the space.

"Hey baby..you okay??" he softly asked him as he grabbed some tissue to clean his hands.

"Y-Yeah," Seungmin laughed as he calmed his still frantic heart. "Hyung..your sheets," he lowly said as he sat up, looking at the mess he had equally made on his pillow and comforter.

"It's okay..You'll wash them for me," he playfully teased him.

"Hey, you said you wouldn't tease," Seungmin sucked his teeth at him.

"Right..Sorry," he laughed. Go shower and call me right back when you finish, okay?" he told him.

"Oh fuck..the guys," Seungmin fearfully said as he looked at the door, completely forgetting he was playing a game with them earlier. "Hyung, the guys," he lowly panicked, whispering to the phone as if being quiet now was gonna help him.

"Seungmin, it's okay. I told you not to worry about anything else," he laughed at the fear in his voice. "Just go wash up," he softly repeated before ending the call. ~~