ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~connected(extended)~[3]

~Chapter 3~

"My boy's ready for me," Chan said, gently panting to even out his breath. He slightly smirked placing his finger under Seungmin's chin and gently lifted his head to him. Seungmin eagerly nodded, grabbing at Chan's waist to help himself up.

He giggled, softly pecking Chan's shoulder before he pulled back and lean in to kiss his lips. He gripped Chan's hips before he slowly wrapped them around the older's waist and quickly deepened the kiss as Chan pushed him back into the bed.

"How ya wanna take it," Chan teased with a smirk between their kiss, this time leaving the decision up to Seungmin.

"W-What?" Seungmin furrowed his eyebrows at the question, still slotting his lips against his.

"How do you want me to fuck you??" Chan laughed, fully pulling away and repeating his question clearly for him.

"Hyung!!" Seungmin exclaimed softly, pushing at his shoulder—the question surprising him.

"Huh??" Chan hummed with a light chuckled, watching his cheeks instantly burn brighter.

"Y-You...why do I-I have to choose??" Seungmin asked, sitting down on the bed.

"Because I want you too," Chan whined, reaching for his face to cup his cheeks as he leaned down and kissed him again.

"I-I...I don't know," Seungmin shyly whispered.

"Stop being nervous with me...baby, I'll give you anything you want," Chan reassured him gently, kissing across his flustered cheeks.

"I-I kinda..." Seungmin softly began, hesitantly standing up from the bed. Chan smiled, eagerly waiting to please him however he wanted. His priority was Seungmin and his pleasure. He wasn't trying to tease him; he just wanted Seungmin to be more comfortable with him and feel safe enough to ask him or request whatever he wanted.

Seungmin smiled softly, returning his hands to Chan's waist, and drew him closer towards him. He pulled his hand up, gently holding his cheek and kissed him. "Like it l-like this," he whispered before turning around to face the bed. He tried not to let the sting from his cheeks overpower him as he pressed his ass against Chan's pelvis. 

"Huh..." Chan lightly huffed at the sudden movement, looking down at the way Seungmin's ass sat perfectly on his cock. He let out a soft laugh, gently reaching for Seungmin's waist, letting his hand slowly trail in front of his stomach and firmly pressed down right above his dick.

He chuckled lightly at the small whimper from the younger as he continued pressing his hand down, pushing him further into him. "You really are a pup, yeah," he whispered teasingly, softly pressing a quick kiss to his neck before he used his other hand to bend his back over the bed.

Seungmin giggled when he fell into the bed, leaning up on his arms and glancing over his shoulder at the older. A soft moan slipped from his lips when Chan assumed his position behind him, pulling his hips back firmly against his ass.

"You know this is pretty hidden, too," Chan smirked, leaning down and hovering his lips over his ass. Seungmin whimpered, feeling his breath against his skin. He quickly buried his face into the mattress to prepare himself. Chan also quickly tucked his arm securely under Seungmin's stomach to keep him from moving too much before he gently lowered his lips.

Chan immediately returned to sucking at his skin, determined to leave his presence behind. He menacingly laughed, hearing the soft, strangled moans from in front of him, watching how Seungmin restlessly fought against his firm hold.

"Hyung—fuck oh my god!!" Seungmin gasped at the feeling as Chan cruelly continued. He tightly gripping the sheets feeling Chan's soft nibbles and rough kisses over his ass, bruising every inch of the space his lips touch.

"Mm...I love you so much," Chan deeply moaned, reluctantly pulling his lips away. He satisfyingly brushed his fingers gently over his markings. It wasn't often Seungmin let him, so he's had to make good use of this moment. He quickly kissed the redden hickeys again before he pulled himself up. 

"Remember what I told you," Chan said, moving his hand from under his stomach and gently letting his hand wrap around his sensitive dick. Seungmin took a sharp breath, reflexively reaching for his wrist. His stomach tightened when he felt Chan starting to pump his hand against his length. "Seungmin..." he called out softly, trying to get him to focus.

"Uugh..." he whined. "T-Told m—f-fuck...told me what," he replied breathlessly, his mind already escaping him as Chan continued his painful movement.

"Don't fucking hold back, okay," Chan said, his voice firm. He slowed down his hand and gently squeezed his tip with his fingers.

"God...okay, okay—please..." Seungmin cried, desperately grabbing Chan's hand to stop him. His body started to shake, tensing against his control. Chan chuckled, releasing his grip, and with it came the deep breath Seungmin was holding. His chest heaving slightly as he relaxed out of relief.  ~~