ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~last assignment~[4]

~Chapter 4~

Seungmin took a deep breath, watching Chan eagerly tear off the top of the condom with his teeth and remove the thin sleeve. "I always thought you were big, but damn," Seungmin exclaimed once he pulled down his boxes enough for his length to pop up between them.

"How have I never noticed you watching me so much," Chan laughed lightly, wrapping his hands around his cock, stroking once before he slid the large condom over his length.

Seungmin was mesmerized. He always caught Chan adjusting himself in the hallways and always assumed he was huge. He didn't count on it actually being true.

"Hey, we're hurrying, right," Chan said, trying to get Seungmin's attention once he reached his base. He found it reassuring seeing him practically drooling over his size. He hadn't been so lucky before regarding his previous partners.

"Sorry...Will you wet these for me??" Seungmin asked, holding up two fingers to Chan's face. Chan eagerly nodded, reaching up to grab his wrist and gently kissed his fingers before slipping them into his mouth. Seungmin softly gasped, palming his thigh with his other hand as Chan pushed them further into his mouth, using his tongue to circle the digits.

"God, you're just as freaky as me," Seungmin moaned, wrapping his significantly smaller hand around Chan's cock and slowly stroking him as Chan continued to play with his fingers.

"More," Chan muffled, looking at Seungmin.

"Yeah, three," he replied, his voice slightly wavering when Chan instantly widened his mouth to make room for his third fingey. "Maybe four," he shyly whispered, glancing down at Chan's lap. The sheer size difference between his hand and Chan's cock was almost intimidating.

Chan hummed, widening his mouth again and easily inserting his fourth fingey. "Fuck...Chan." Seungmin whimpered softly at the feeling of Chan's warm mouth perfectly lubricating his fingers.

"Mm, okay," he deeply exhaled, standing on his feet, hovering over Chan's lap, and using his other hand to pull down his pants. "Thank you," he smiled, reaching up to cup Chan's cheek as he pulled his hand gently from his mouth. He winced slightly when he reached back, circling his wet fingers against his rim.

"Hm, you're not small either," Chan smirked, fully pulling Seungmin's dick out. Seungmin instinctively tightened his grip on Chan's cheek once he felt Chan's warm hands stroking against his length. "Can I suck you??" He asked desperately, glancing up at Seungmin.

"Y-You don't have to," Seungmin replied quickly."But I want to," he whined softly, reaching to grab his waist and shifting Seungmin closer, pulling his pelvis directly in front of his face.

"I-I might not last long," Seungmin whined at the movement, finding Chan's pouty face irresistible.

"Yeah, and we're supposed to be hurrying," Chan chuckled lowly, still stroking his cock in his hands. "Please, Minnie," he teased lowly, pulling his face closer and tauntingly hovering his lips over the side of his length.

"Fine...o-okay," Seungmin reluctantly agreed. He rolled his eyes, ignoring Chan's laughter, and continued circling his fingers against his rim. Seungmin moved his free hand to Chan's shoulder, bracing himself as he gently poked the tip of his finger past his entrance.

"Fuck," he moaned loudly, pushing against his tightness. Seungmin grew louder when he felt Chan's gentle kisses against the side of his cock. He quickly drew a deep breath, slowly pulling his finger back, repeating the motion before inserting his second finger and continuing his slow thrusts. He whimpered softly, tightening his grip on Chan's shoulder when he felt his mouth fall over his tip.

"Chan," he moaned dryly, feeling him quickly pushed further over him, making his body desperately convulsed by the added sensation."Who...mm—taught you how to suck dick," Seungmin asked playfully, biting his lower lip as any attempt at staying quiet. Which got increasingly difficult with how good Chan was making him feel.

He loosened his shaking grip on the older's shoulder, reaching down and feebly grasping Chan's hand. "Ungh—" he let out a muffled moan, quickly pulling Chan's hand over his mouth to silence him further. Seungmin used his hand and clasped it tightly over Chan's as security while Chan continued bobbing his head ruthlessly over his dick.

Seungmin matched Chan's force as he inserted his third finger and picked up his pace, properly stretching himself to prepare for Chan's massive size--every push of his fingers mirroring every bob of Chan's mouth.

"Oh god..." Seungmin screamed into Chan's palm when he quickly pushed in his fourth finger and roughly continued. Seungmin pushed down harder on Chan's hand over his mouth, smothering his moans, reacting to the building pinch in his pelvis; essentially he was almost fucking his own hand.

He threw his head back, fighting the tears that pricked the corner of his eyes at the feeling of his fingers knuckles deep in his ass and his length falling deeper down Chan's throat. The feeling was unbearable, and he quickly fell apart the longer they persisted.

"Chan...I-I can't," he said breathlessly, pulling Chan's hand from his mouth. His breathing scattered as he pulled his gaze back to Chan.

"At least you didn't come," Chan said hoarsely with a small laugh as he removed his mouth from Seungmin's dick. "You ready," he asked softly, glancing up at Seungmin, stroking the spit from Seungmin's length onto his cock.

"Yeah," Seungmin nodded with a small smile. He whined slightly as he slowly removed his fingers from his ass. He quickly reached for Chan's shoulder, balancing himself on his now wobbly legs. Chan firmly gripped his waist for support and moved him over his lap.

"Are you scared??" Chan asked Seungmin genuinely. He could feel his body tremble, and his own insecurity assumed it was because of him.

"Not enough to stop... don't worry," Seungmin teased with a smirk, leaning down and gently kissing Chan's lips. "I'm okay," he added softly before he leaned deeper into the kiss.