ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~connected(extended)~[4]

~Chapter 4~

Chan kept one hand gripping Seungmin's waist while his other wrapped around his own length. He quickly stroked his cock a few fast times as he pulled back from him. He pulled some spit from his mouth, stroking it over his head before he spit on Seungmin's ass and gently rubbed his hand against his swollen hole.

"I can't believe you prepped for me," Chan laughed softly, lifting one of his legs onto the bed. His laughter wasn't to make fun of him—he would never. He laughed because he was shocked it was something Seungmin had done on his own without being told.

"It was Han..." Seungmin said lowly out of embarrassment.

"What was??"

"Han said I should...it was his idea," he repeated shyly—now, that made sense to him.

"But you still did it...thank you," Chan said with a soft smile. He was still always proud of him, regardless.

"You're welcome," Seungmin blushed, preparing his grip on the sheets.

Chan continued setting himself up, lining his tip with his ass, teasingly rubbing against his swollen rim. "Baby, you ready," he softly asked before starting, leaning down and gently kissing his lower back.

"Yes," Seungmin nodded with a soft moan at the feeling his teasing provoked. Chan hummed, gently smiling as he accepting his okay. He kept his lips against his skin, softly kissing up his back before he carefully poked his tip through.

He moved both his hand, positioning them over Seungmin's ass, guiding him slowly over his length. He tightly gripped his skin, pulling him effortlessly in one go and quickly bottomed out in his ass.

"Ah...fuck!!" Seungmin yelled; his body instantly shook, trying to adjust to the feeling of Chan's length abrasively invading his tightened hole, even more reflexively against his will.

Seungmin let out another desperate cry burying his face into the mattress when he felt Chan starting to pull his hips back. They both clenched tightly onto their grips at the feeling of Seungmin's ass hugging around his throbbing cock.

"Oh my god, you're so perfect," Chan deeply exhaled when he fully pulled back before he quickly returned to his ass. He continued, comfortably started a slow rhythmic movement against him when felt him starting to adjust, slowly forcing himself into him.

He already had to fight against his impulsive urge to rush, already feeling himself gradually picking up his pace. It just felt so good to him, especially after their short time apart. He would alway loved the way it felt having the warm walls of Seungmin's ass squeezed against his cock perfectly.

It was only three days, but he missed this so much that it almost felt like their first time. "Min, are you okay?" Chan asked with concern. He could feel himself getting rougher against his control.

"Y-Yes," Seungmin cried, pulling his head up to nod at him. "It f-feels...ugh—" he paused, taking a deep breath as Chan continued fucking him slowly. "Ah... g-good," he added, gasping for air when Chan pushed his entire length into him.

Chan smirked, repositioning his hands firmly on the youngers waist. "You promise," he deeply groaned, brutally pushing his hips into him, and stopping at the base of his cock.

"H-Hyung!! F-fuck," Seungmin whimpered loudly, clawing his fingers at the sheets on Chan's bed as his body quivered at the deepness of his cock.

"Hm," Chan chuckled proudly, pressing his hips further into Seungmin's ass, holding himself in place as he slightly leaned over him. He small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth hearing the loud muffled moans from the younger as his tip reached deeper into his ass, trying to make contact with his prostate.

He was sure it was the only reason Seungmin chose this position, and based on the small way his legs also shook, desperately begging to clasp shut, he could feel he was.

Chan bit his bottom lip, tightening his hold as he pulled back halfway before roughly returning to his ass. He picked up his thrust and repeated the movement, and slamming harder with each return. He playfully let the smack of his hips against Seungmin's ass match the loudened moans from him.

He always enjoyed watching Seungmin closely. He watched how his arms trembled violently as he feebly reached back for Chan's thigh, struggled to keep himself from collapsing into the bed. He watched how his back arched with every thrust, jolting his body forward.

And before he knew it, Chan was matching his loud moans, keeping his pace as he bullied his cock in the tight space. He especially loved watching how Seungmin took his cock so well.

"H-Hyung..." Seungmin cried softly. His mind was quickly escaping him, and so was any sense of control over his body. It always felt so good getting fucked by the older—he missed it just as much. He was getting to the point where he was nothing, and any minor possession of strength was nonexistent.

He lived for this and was sure Chan was the only one who could make him feel this way. He cried desperately as his body sunk weightlessly into the mattress under him. His arms eventually gave out under him as Chan intensely continued his thrusts, still keeping his ass propped up and repetitively rammed his hips into his ass.

"Aagh—" Seungmin incoherently whined through his painful sob, retuning his face to the sheets and sliding his hand slowly under his stomach.

"Fuck..." Chan moaned, feeling the sudden tightness around his cock. He deeply shoved his length in his ass like before, holding his hips against his ass. "Mm, I love you so much," he chuckled lowly, feeling his body slightly start to shake as he leaned down and kissed his lower back before he pulled back.

He slowly slipped his cock out from Seungmin's ass, watching his body fully collapse without his support, twitching lightly as he sunk into the bed. He took a deep breath before he gently rolled Seungmin on his back and returned his position before him between his legs. He looked down at him, and now both their bodies mutually trembled.

He puckered his lips against his stomach and lightly sucked his sweetly salty skin as he moving slowly up to his heaving chest. "Love, you ready," Chan whispered gently by his ear before he kissed across his cheek.

"Yes, please," Seungmin pleaded softly with a slight nod, looking keenly into Chan eyes. Chan giggled, nodding back before leaning down and connecting their lips gently. He furrowed his eyebrows, not expecting a kiss in return. He was very aware of how absent the younger was—perfectly ruined—just like he hoped he'd be. ~~