Puppy Love • Seungchan/Chanmin

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Seungmin felt safe as he sat on the floor, nestled between Chan's legs. The older was on the bed behind him, one hand in his hair, the other blow-drying the damp strands with a care that felt both casual and intimate. He had insisted on doing it himself, muttering something about preventing Seungmin from catching a cold.

It was such a simple thing, mundane even, yet undeniably sweet. Aside from his parents, no one had ever been this attentive to his well-being before. The realisation was more comforting than Seungmin could put into words.

Seungmin allows his eyes to close, leaning back as Chan's fingertips massage his scalp, remembering the events that had happened prior.

Chan had kissed him everywhere, his lips tracing over every inch of his skin like an artist stroking a brush against a blank canvas. Seungmin felt like nothing more than a muse as he explored Chan in return.

Chan's body was already a work of art, sculpted with a precision that felt otherworldly. It was as if Chan had been carved by the gods themselves, their delicate and divine creativity outshining even the likes of Michelangelo. Seungmin was warmed and blessed to bathe in the glow of his embrace.

To Seungmin, Chan was perfect in every way possible, not just his body but his mind too. Chan didn't pressure him nor was he forceful in his advances, the older was just following the current, letting the moment lead them. If Seungmin liked the way Chan held him he continued, and if Seungmin shied away Chan offered him something new.

Truth be told, but Seungmin was learning more about himself the closer he got to Chan, both physically and emotionally. For example, what he liked most in a person, and what he wanted from behind closed doors.

Seungmin liked the playful nature between them, and, although they were only just beginning to establish and communicate a hierarchy when it came to intimacy, he liked that there was flexibility between them.

There were times Seungmin welcomed Chan's eager embrace, allowing the older to do his worst, and then there were other times where he wanted to take the lead, pinning Chan down and setting a more familiar pace.

When it came down to it, all they had done was touch one another and kiss, but those kisses and touches were so open and delicate; it was everything to Seungmin, to both of them.

Seungmin looks up as Chan puts the hair-dryer down, leaning back in between the boy's thighs.

"I love you Chan"

Chan gazes down at him, his smile warm as he leans in close, placing an upside-down kiss, just like Peter Parker to Mary Jane, but without the tangled mess of webs.

"I love you too Seungmin"

Seungmin relaxes, completely, allowing his next words to come freely, without fear of burdening Chan or their relationship. "I want to have sex with you-" he confesses, turning on the floor to face Chan. Chan's eyebrows raise up. "Not right now, but soon... and you do too, don't you?" he asks wistfully.

"I- yeah I do," Chan confesses.

Seungmin looks down at the floor, his heartbeats echoing in his ear. Maybe a small part of him had been scared, maybe the larger part already knew, but it was touching knowing that yet again, they were seeing eye to eye. Seungmin curls his toes and pulls at his fingers. "We should do something special. I don't know what, but firsts are meant to be special right? I want to do something that we'll both remember for years to come"

Chan's face remains still, but then it softens. "I'll think of something, it's my first time too, remember?" Chan laughs softly, taking the edge off the tension building between them.