ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~connected(extended)~[2]

~Chapter 2~

"Mm—fuck," Chan groaned, hesitantly walking over to Seungmin and stopping right in front of him. His face was perfectly positioned in front of his pelvis and a soft moan escaped his lips as he glanced down at the lustful look in Seungmin's eyes.

He chuckled lightly at the bright and eager smile on his face displaying the youngers excitement as he reached up for his cock and hurriedly moved to stroking against his length, horizontally pumping his hand around his cock.

Chan bit his bottom lip, raising his hand to combed his fingers gently through Seungmin's hair while he watched him work. His way of grasping some control over himself at the feeling the stimulation already gave him.

He deeply missed this—the feeling of Seungmin's hands wrapping around his cock. Pretending can only get you so far, but this was the real thing, and it felt better than anything else in the world. 

Seungmin continued his movement, shifting his body up slightly and softly puckering his lips against the side of his cock. His lips slid slowly, sucking against the smooth surface as he trailed the lining of his pulsing veins. He softly winced at the pull of his hair when his lips reached his sensitive tip.

He cutely looked up at Chan through his eyelashes, continuing to softly kiss and suck on the swollen space. He loved watching how his face contorted out of pleasure. He especially appreciated whenever Chan let him have control and trusted him to take care of him. It made him feel special and made him want to show Chan how good he could be for him—cause that's all he wanted. 

He giggled when he gently sucked on his slit, gaining another rough pull of his hair from the older. "Sorry," Chan moaned softly as Seungmin pulled away. 

"It's okay...I like it," Seungmin blushed, looking up at him, finding himself purposefully seeking the reaction from him. He returned his grip around his cock, smally stroking him before bringing his mouth up to his tip, parting his lips as he stroked his cock in his mouth.

He reflexively widened his mouth to fully let his cock invade the space. Maybe it was because he was a singer or because his mouth was just naturally big, but he always managed to fit his entire length inside.

Chan always admired this about the younger. He liked the subtle vibrations that stimulated his tip and the feeling as his cock extended further down Seungmin's throat. It always blew his mind how quickly he took every inch of his length and tightened his lips around his base.

"Fuck Seungmin," Chan moaned desperately, firmly placing his hand on the back of Seungmin's head and softly intertwining his fingers in his short black hair. He could feel his chest tightening as Seungmin's hold around the base of his cock relentlessly persisted.

Seungmin pleasingly hummed, keeping his eyes locked on the older as he slowly started pulling his head back. His soft gaze remained, his big brown puppy eyes glossing once he roughly returned to his base, choking out a slight gag, feeling him sunk to the bottom of his throat. 

"So pretty," Chan cooed sweetly, pulled his hand to Seungmin's face, and gently wiped the little water splotches from under his eyes. Seungmin let out a soft whimpered at his touch, still keeping his lips tightly puckered around his cock. "It feels so good, baby," Chan continued honestly with a gentle smile, cupping his cheek.  

Seungmin felt a small flutter in his stomach at the sound of Chan's words. He shifted his position restlessly at the same time sensing the same familiar pinch in his pelvis. Chan giggled, noticing this. He was now aware of how his praises affected Seungmin and now teasing him was even more amusing for the older. 

Seungmin brushed it off, ignoring his words and the feelings they conjured, and continued his bobs. He placed his hand on the olders waist, bracing himself before he started to fuck his own throat—roughly thrusting his mouth over Chans cock and taking him fully with each drag of his lips. He couldn't help himself as he unconsciously let his hand trail up to Chan's abs, feeling the solidity of the defined plates—he was so fucking hot. 

"Shi—" Chan gasped when Seungmin suddenly bottomed out in his mouth, menacingly keeping his lips firmly hooked around his base. Seungmin gripped his hands tightly on his torso, pinching his skin in its place the longer he held his mouth in place. "Fuck Seungmin...just like that, yeah," Chan said breathlessly, slightly throwing his head back and returning his hand to the back of Seungmin's head.

Seungmin gagged louder when Chan impulsively pushed his head closer to his pelvis, reacting to the tightness of his throat against his cock. Both their eyes rolled to the back of their head as Chan continued forcing him further into him.

"Fuck," Seungmin internally sighed, his position restlessly shifting again. He wasn't ready to stop...to feel his mouth emptied, but the tightness in his lap grew so fucking unbearable for him. He was a little embarrassed that all it took was sucking his cock and a few praises to push him there, but he was afraid he'd come right now if he didn't stop.

He lowly whined, reluctantly tapping lightly on the olders chest, signifying his safe word before Chan loosened his grip. He pulled his head back once he did and let his mouth slowly fall off his length. 

He let out a dry cough, letting his lungs refill with air in the absence of Chan's cock. "Hyung," he called through his slightly strained voice, panting, glancing down at the shooting pulse in his lap.

His winced softly, firmly pressing down on his thighs, desperately trying to fight the intense feeling from taking over him. He bit down on his lip, carelessly letting the spit from his chin drip onto his torso as he fought to relax himself.~~