ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~slutty sleepover~[3]

~Chapter 3~

Seungmin walked back to the living room. He pulled Chan back against him as the two stood before the couch. "Sit," he softly whispered in his ear, gently pushing at his chest. Chan laughed, doing what he said, and plopped down on the couch in front of him. Seungmin moved closer to him, fitting himself between his legs.

His hands centered his waistline, slowly untying his pajama pants. Quickly slipping them off and discarding them on the floor beside him before he kneeled between his legs. He smiled as he leaned up and gently kissed his stomach through his shirt.

His hands grabbed the tie of his shorts and quickly undid them. Continuing his kisses against his chest as he slowly pulled them off and dropped them on the floor.

"Hyung, you can't look at me like that," he shyly said as he looked back at him, standing up and climbing into his lap, firmly sitting on top of his thighs.

"Yeah, how am I lookin'," he questioned as he held down his waist.

"Like that," Seungmin exclaimed, pointing at the smirk on his face. "Do I have to kiss it away??" Seungmin attempted to tease with a smile.

"Yes, please," Chan cheerfully fired back at him.

"You're so annoying," Seungmin smiled back as he grabbed his face and shoved his lips into his, impatiently deepening the kiss as he leaned into the older. Chan giggled as he rubbed his hands against his sides, letting them carelessly wander, pulling up his shirt and brushing against his lower stomach. Stimulating him in the same way as earlier in the night.

"H-Hyung," he softly moaned, pulling away from him. Looking down at the small caresses from the older as he relentlessly continued, very aware of the reaction it conjured. Chan smirked as he leaned in, resting his lips against his neck. This time softly sucked the space cautiously. Letting his tongue match the soft circular pattern of his thumbs on his waist.

"Omg," Seungmin moaned again as he grabbed his forearm, tightly pinching his skin as he continued, throwing his head back, allowing better access for the older.

"Don't stop, okay," Seungmin eagerly directed him. Chan laughed as he nodded his head and did as he said. "Fuck," he moaned again, biting his lip as he worked rougher against him.

He kept his head back, taking his shaken hands and moving them to his pelvis, gripping his boxers as he slid them down just enough to reveal his hardened cock. Taking his hands and wrapping them around his length as he small stroked the older.

Feeling the low moan vibrate against his neck as he started the vertical movement, letting out his muffled moan at the small twitch the feeling gave him. His sensitive leaking tip brushed against the fabric of his boxers.

He quickened his movement, matching Chans against him, fighting the feeling it gave him. Chan groaned at the sudden tightness in the bottom of his stomach, the pulse in his cock growing unbearable. The reaction vibrated against his skin, giving him the same feeling.

"Okay," Seungmin huffed as he grabbed his jaw and pushed his face back, his other hand still stoking his cock. He smiled as he pulled him in and kissed him again. Tugging at his lips as he pulled back and aggressively returned.

His hand still fastly stroking over his cock as he brushed his tongue over his lips and slipped his in to meet his. Both moaned as the kiss desperately continued, both passionately leaning deeper into each other.

Chan swallowed the younger moans as he moved his hands down and gently rubbed his hands against his dick through his boxers. The small involuntary twitches from him as he reacted to the soft touch. Seungmin smally gasped, reluctantly pulling away from him, slowly tugging at his lips as they parted before resting his head on his shoulder.

He slowed down his movement as Chan picked up his. Palming his dick through his boxer as he continued rubbing with his other hand. He smirked as he kissed the side of his head; he loved watching how he fell into him. Impatiently pulling off his boxers, ready to see the same reaction as he fucked him.

He took over his strokes, moving his hand over his length as he pulled spit from his mouth to help the penetration. Seungmin kept his head on his shoulder, preparing himself as Chan lifted his ass.

Tightly gripping his skin as he shifted his hips down and leveled himself above his ass. Still stroking his length as he lowered him down, pressing his tip against his swollen entrance. Biting his lips as he moved both of his hands to his ass, holding firmly onto his skin as he pushed him down.

"Oh fuck," Seungmin yelled against his neck at the pain, his hand desperately palmed his chest as he gripped down through his shirt.

"You're doing so good," Chan huffed, praising the younger as he continued lowering him over his length.

"H-Hyung..uugh.." he cried as he bottomed out, sitting him back on his thighs, slightly shaking from the pressure.

"So good, baby," Chan grunted as he lifted his head from his shoulder, needing to see him. "My boy is so pretty," he softly said, smiling as he pulled him in and returned to his lips. At the same time, he slowly lifted his ass and started his thrust.

Holding him up by his waist as he softly pushed his hips up into him. Letting him fully take his entire length as he forcefully invaded the tight space. His cock effortlessly slid against every inch of the wall of his ass.

Seungmin's body shook lightly, still keeping his hands against his chest, softly scratching at the feeling. The kiss being the perfect mask for his seemingly reflective, loudened moans. Getting almost rougher and louder as Chan moved faster.

The ease as he slipped in and out of his hole, accepting he had adjusted enough. He gripped tighter on his waist, snapping his hips violently into him. Repeating this numbing motion, making sure he felt every inch of his cock bruise his ass. Chan bit his lip as he menacingly bottoming out and held his hips firmly against him.

"Mhm," Seungmin muffled into his mouth as he palmed his hand against his shoulder. "H-hyung," he softly whimpered as he pulled away from his lips, reaching back as he feebly pushed at his thighs that he painfully held against his ass.

"Hyung," he desperately cried louder when he didn't budge. His body crunching over by the pressure.

Chan laughed, lowering his hips back on the couch, slowly sliding out of his hole. Seungmin let out a breath as Chan fully removed himself. His hands tightly grabbing at his waist as he sat back down on his thighs, fighting against his body's urge to collapse on him.

"Fuck you," he panted as he rested his forehead on his chest, slowly relaxing his tensed body.

"Hm, was I too rough," he mockingly pouted at him as he gently rubbed his lower back. Quickly replacing it with that same smug smirk. Seungmin sucked his teeth as he pulled his head from his chest, still using his waist as support.

Gripping tighter as he pulled up his weakened body.
He let out a deep sigh as he looked up to him. Chan lightly chucked as Seungmin aggressively clasped his hand over his mouth. His muffled laugh faintly heard through.

"I'll take care of it," Seungmin said through his own smirk as he leaned closer to the older. "And I'm not stopping till we both come," he firmly added, sliding closer to him. Purposely rubbing his bare dick against his. Softly biting his lip at the feeling as he pulled his hand from his mouth.

"Mm, you sure you can last that long," Chan teased as he moved one of his hands from his waist. Wrapping his hand around their lengths and gently stroking the two together.

"Mm..f-fuck..let's find out," Seungmin moaned, taking a small breath as he gently gripped his black tee and pulled him closer to him before pushing him back flat on the couch.~~