ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~its just business~[6]

~Chapter 6~

"But since you begged," Chan menacingly smirked. Seungmin winced, feeling Chan remove his finger altogether. He gently rubbed his fingers, toying with Seungmin's swollen hole as he pulled his face down. Seungmin felt a shiver take over his body when he felt Chan's lips against his inner thigh, slowly dragging his face lower.

"Wait..." Seungmin choked; his eyes widened when he felt the brush of Chan's tongue against his rim. He didn't expect him to do that, and his entire body tightened in response to the feeling. Chan continued, flicking his tongue to match the circling motion of his fingers. "Mr. Bang," Seungmin whined, desperately gripping his shoulder as his back parted from the seat.

Chan giggled, pulling his head back, quickly spitting on his fingers, and, since he begged, wasted no time inserting them. First, poking the tip of his index finger past his entrance, followed by the tip of his middle finger, and pushing them inside him cautiously.

"You wanted them deep, right," Chan asked through a smirk, looking up at Seungmin.

"Yes, please—" he whimpered, gasping for air as Chan cruelly pushed the entire length of his fingers in one go.

"Deep enough," he teased, holding his finger in place, satisfied by the way Seungmin uncontrollably shook under him and how the wall of his ass hugged around his fingers as he involuntarily tightened.

Chan chuckled, leaning down and resting his lips against his lower stomach. Slowly kissing across his waist with an occasional nibble since it was clear Seungmin enjoyed it.

At the same time, he curled his fingers and forcefully pulled them back against his tightness. "I'm not going anywhere," he chuckled, returning his fingers after feeling Seungmin impulsively chase after him again.

Seungmin rolled his eyes, hearing his smug laughter, moving his hands to Chan's head to gently comb his fingers through his hair. Seeking comfort through his soft curls while Chan slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of his ass while continuing his kisses on his waist.

Chan halted just above his cock. Seungmin was still hard, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss having Seungmin's dick inside his mouth. He irresistibly lowered his face until his mouth hovered just over his tip, desperately craving how he tasted. He maintained the pumps of his fingers, pushing them deeply inside as he gently pecked his sensitive slit.

He smiled at the small flinch from Seungmin, knowing he probably didn't expect that either. He leaned back in, sucking around his tip and dragging his tongue down his hardened length before returning his kisses against his head.

Chan chuckled, glancing up at the soft winces and tugs of his hair from Seungmin every time his tongue brushed over his slit. He halted his fingers, holding them as deep as he could before leaning over to him.

"Hey, how are you feeling??" he asked, quickly checking in with the younger. He could almost bet he was getting worn out, and he was conscious of the party that was still going on surprisingly.

"Good," he responded with a half smile.

"Don't lie to me," Chan spoke firmly. "If you're tired, you can tell," he gently reassured him, brushing his hand through his damp hair.

"I'm tired, b-but I don't want to stop yet," he replied shyly.

"God, you're so cute," Chan sweetly cooed before kissing his lips softly. "We'll finish quickly, yeah?" he smirked against his lips, quickly leaning deeper before he returned to his position between his legs.

He palmed his thigh, curling his fingers, and pulled them towards himself. He repeated the motion, slowly at first, then gradually moving faster.

Chan returned his face over Seungmin's cock, like before, puckering his lips to his tip and, this time, fully dragging his mouth over his length. He pulled his free hand up and helped stroke Seungmin's cock into his mouth while his other hand roughly thrust his fingers deeply into his ass. Seungmin let out a soft whimper; each connection jolted his body forward.

"Mr. Bang—" he cried, returning his hand to his shoulder, squeezing tighter every time he successfully reached his prostate, feeling the tips of his fingers toy with the sensation pressure point. He whined louder, impulsively trying to pull away from the unbearable teasing.

Chan was moving faster without mercy, and Seungmin seriously couldn't handle the pressure. Chan incoherently mumbled something before he gripped his waist and pulled Seungmin back, firmly holding him in place so he couldn't squirm away again.

"Fuck," Seungmin cried, throwing his head back into the seat while Chan relentlessly continued. His cock mirrored the deepness of Chan's fingers as he easily forced his length down his own throat.

The familiar tightness, as before, paired with the new feeling of Chan's fingers reaching deeper and deeper inside him, was making Seungmin quickly fall apart, and every second with Chan felt unbearable. Almost like he was subconsciously edging himself, tiptoeing along the cliff too afraid to jump.

"I-I can't..." Seungmin whispered breathlessly. His body convulsed uncontrollably, a reaction to the growing pinch in his pelvis. Apparently, it was a bad call because hearing him only made Chan move faster, quickly increasing both his paces until Seungmin couldn't handle it anymore.

"Mm...o-okay," Seungmin moaned, feebly reaching for his head and gently pulling him up. "P-Please," he pleaded with tears in his eyes when Chan gazed up at him.

Chan chuckled lightly, still moving his fingers but slower while he raised his other hand to his cock and continued his strokes, perfectly pumping his hand over his length as he kissed sloppily at his base.

He could tell Seungmin was close—he was just as close himself—and he knew Seungmin just needed that small push. He purposefully let his finger brush over his slit before falling down to his base and leaning back over to him.

"You're so close, baby," he said lowly with a soft smile.

"Mmhm," Seungmin feebly nodded.

"So close you're gonna cum for me," Chan said deeply with a smirk.

"Ahh...yes—yes—" he cried, nodding his head wildly at Chan when he felt him menacingly squeeze his tip with his fingers. Chan smiled, letting go and dropping his hand back down to his base.~~