ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~its just business~[7]

~Chapter 7(Final) ~

Seungmin took a deep breath before he felt Chan aggressively press their lips back together.

His body quickly tensed when, at the same time, Chan started to move his fingers while still seamlessly moving their lips. He was so tight now when Chan moved his fingers; every push...every pull made his body tremble.

He surprisingly gasped, weakly pushing at Chan's chest when he felt him suddenly push his fingers as far as they could and held them in place. He desperately whined through the kiss when Chan's hold persisted, nudging the tip of his fingers painfully against his prostate.

He repeatedly tapped on his chest, begging him to move, and let out another muffled gasp when he did, pulling his fingers entirely out in one go. He felt breathless at the emptiness, and his heart raced unreasonably fast, feeling Chan's fingers now circling his swollen hole while their lips still held together.

He let out a strangled moan into the kiss; his body flinched as Chan returned his thick fingers to his tip, not given a chance to squeeze before he felt his body release for the second time.

His breath scattered as he gripped Chan's collar and felt him gently stroking his cock, completely coating his fingers and chest with his cum.

"Good boy," Chan softly praised, smiling as he continued his strokes, fully draining the younger. He giggled when Seungmin softly whined, grabbing his wrist to stop him. He let his cock fall flaccid against his lower stomach, watching as his arms matched and dropped down to his sides.

Chan winced as he looked down at the bulge in his lap. He nuzzled his face in Seungmins neck, flooded with the feeling of his sore cock pressing against his tight pants. He panted against his skin, trying to fight the feeling but ultimately finding himself mindlessly grinding against the youngers thigh.

"Fu—" he deeply groaned, palming the seat beside Seungmin's waist as his body desperately stuttered against his skin. He moaned louder, feeling his cock pulsing, pumping loads of his cum into his pants. Chan took a second for his body to relax, coming down from his high before he leaned up and kissed Seungmin's neck.

"I could've helped you with that," Seungmin teased, turning his head to Chan.

"You did," Chan fired back, using his hand to wipe the cum that leaked through his pants onto his thigh.

"Hm, right," Seungmin shyly laughed, his blush darkening on his cheeks. Chan giggled, pecking his cheek before he leaned up to retrieve Seungmin's pants from the backseat floor. Unbothered by the mess on either of them, he quickly helped them back on Seungmin.

"Are you lying back here or coming to the front? " he asked after he finished. He smiled when he glanced back at Seungmin's soft brown eyes watching him. Those eyes that were meant to be intimidating, but he couldn't help but find them the most soothing things to stare into.

He pouted cutely, immediately moving back over to Seungmin and gently cupping his cheeks before leaning back into him. Seungmin giggled, throwing his arms around his neck, and eagerly matched him.

"What??" Seungmin asked him when Chan pulled back.

"I just can't handle how cute you are," Chan whined, repeatedly kissing his lips after every word.

"I'll sit up front with you," Seungmin giggled, combing the tips of his finger through the bottom of Chan's curls. "It's not because of you," he quickly retorted with an eye roll, witnessing Chan's smug self return. "My car just has the best seat warmers," he added before attempting to sit up.

"Yeah, right. I know you're obsessed with me," Chan scoffed, wrapping his arms around Seungmin's back to help him.

"No, I think you're obsessed with me," he winced, still feeling insanely sore.

"Crazily obsessed," Chan lowly whispered before pulling the younger into his arms and securely holding him against his chest as he hugged him. Seungmin let out a deep breath, relaxed himself, and hugged Chan back, feeling the exact same way as him—grateful.

"We really should go," Seungmin whispered reluctantly, still not releasing his grip on Chan.

"My place or yours??" Chan teased, equally maintaining his hold around Seungmin. Neither was ready to let the other go.

"Yours," Seungmin sighed, recalling how adamant he was before.

"Hmm," Chan chuckled, planting a quick kiss on the side of Seungmin's head before he pulled away. He opened the back door, hopped out, and helped Seungmin out. His legs felt like jelly, and he desperately relied on Chan to hold him steady.

"Thank you," he smiled, gently sitting down in the front seat when Chan opened the door for him. Chan closed the door and quickly wrapped around the car.

"These pants were really expensive," he laughed as he settled into the driver's seat, staring down at the large stain in his lap. He shook his head, pulled the keys from his pocket, and started the car. Seungmin immediately reached over, turning the knobs to trigger the seat warmer and heater.

"Oh," Chan chuckled, feeling the heat quickly coursing through his body.

"I told you they were good," Seungmin laughed, leaning back into his seat and letting his eyes flutter shut.~~

Authors Note: But wait there's more...🫣🫣