ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~its just business~[2]

~Chapter 2~

Chan lightly chuckled before he pressed his lips into his, both their tense bodies relaxing at the touch. Seungmin softly moaned as he slowly pulled back, feeling himself involuntarily chasing after Chan, not ready to part from him.

"A little needy," Chan teased. He softly giggled, looking at Seungmin's displeased expression, raising his hand to his face and firmly gripping his cheek.

Seungmin's eyes softly fluttered shut, leaning deeply into his touch. He let out a muffled whine when he felt Chan's lips return to his. The older quickly moved to deepen the kiss. It was hot. So fucking passionate. And so desperate.

Chan took all the control, masterfully pulling at his lips, using them exactly as he wanted, as if they were his. And it sent Seungmin to heaven.

Feeling the heat of Chan's body still pressed firmly against his. The intense grip from both of his hands as his mouth moved hungrily against his. As if he'd been dying to kiss him for some time now.

He could hear Chan's soft moans and noticed how heavy his breathing got as he continued the kiss. It didn't take Seungmin long to forget about whatever the hell he was even mad about.

All it took was feeling Chan's plump lips against his to render his mind numb and make him his. How fucking pathetic. And he knew he sounded so as he matched his moan into his mouth.

Chan internally groaned, reluctantly pulling back from the younger, hearing the small approaching chatters from around the corner. They both pant once he unlatched their lips, catching their breaths as he turned his head. He tried to judge how far they might've been before, just deciding it would be best if they just left.

He lightly laughed when he turned back to Seungmin. He was still trying to catch his breath. But what was cute was how flustered he was. He smiled, guiding his hand over the pink blush that took over his cheeks, burning darker the longer they were together. He grabbed his chin, pulled his face back towards him, and returned to his lips.

Again, he effortlessly merges their lips as one: he loved how they felt against him, like they were perfectly made for him. He quickly slid his hands down Seungmin's sides, stopping at his waist as he pulled him even closer. He deeply groaned, hearing the muffled whimper from Seungmin at the slight touch of their half-hardened cocks against one another.

He continued, sliding his hands down more, resting them under his ass, and lifting him. Seungmin quickly hooked his legs around his waist. Not fazed by the new position. And Chan secured his arm around his back, walking the two out of the building toward the parking lot.

"Your car??" he asked between the kisses as he continued to walk. Seungmin tried his best to wave his arm in the direction, but he was too into the kiss to consciously try to help. Thankfully, Chan remembered what the youngers car looked like. "Baby, unlock the door," he laughed, trying to pull away as he walked up to the silver SUV.

"Y-You have my keys," Seungmin panted. Chan nervously laughed, looking down, reaching into his pocket, and pulled them out. He quickly clicked the button, waiting for the second beep before reaching over and opening the door.

Seungmin was fully expecting this moment to stop here, hopefully, not completely, just a short pause until they got home. He didn't anticipate the older suggestively opening the back door.