ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~last assignment~[5]

~Chapter 5~

Chan hummed back, returning the kiss as he slowly lowered Seungmin over his lap. Seungmin let out a soft whimper into Chan's mouth when he felt his tip brush against his swollen entrance.

"Talk to me," Chan said softly as he pulled back from the kiss, all his concern being Seungmin and his comfort.

Seungmin rolled his eyes and threw his arms over Chan's shoulder. "You're worrying too much," he laughed lightly, pressing his forehead to Chan's. "I can take it," he added with a slight smirk before quickly pecking his lips.

"Hmm, let's see, yeah," Chan chuckled, gripping tightly on Seungmin's waist as he pulled him further down. Seungmin took a few quick breaths matching Chan as he grabbed the collar of Chan's jacket to prepare himself.

Seungmin winced slightly at the penetration, just his head, and already the stretch was intense. "Slow...please," Seungmin whispered gently into Chan's ear as he continued pushing his cock into his ass.

"Tell me when to stop, okay," Chan said softly, leaning in and gently kissing his neck.

"Mhm," Seungmin nodded. He tightened his grip as he felt Chan reach further into him; he's had sex before, but it never felt like this.

"Seungmin, are you sure you're okay?? You're shaking so much," Chan noticed, still being overly concerned for him.

"I like how concerned you are, but I'm really fine," Seungmin chuckled lightly. Sure, he was in so much pain and felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out...but he liked it. Maybe Chan's freak comment wasn't too far off. "Channie, I'm okay," he softly teased, looking back at the small frown on the older face.

He sucked his teeth softly when Chan's face didn't let up. He playfully mocked Chan's pout before moving his hands from his waist so he could take control.

"Want me to show you??" Seungmin said with a wide smirk, reaching down to gently stroke his hand over Chan's cock. Chan bit his lower lip, stifling his moans and offering him a slight nod back.

"Okay," Seungmin's smile widened, quickly glancing down at his hand as he positioned himself properly over his lap. He let out a small giggle when he looked back at the red blush that lined Chan's cheeks.

"Can you kiss me??" Seungmin asked, placing his hand under Chan's chin to lift his eyes. He gripped his chin between his fingers and pulled him closer.

He was tired of moving slowly, but he was also aware of how loud he tended to be. The likelihood of them being heard was slim, but Seungmin didn't want to take any chances; he couldn't bear the embarrassment.

"You never have to ask," Chan said, playfully rolling his eyes as he reached up for Seungmin's cheeks and pressed their lips together. Seungmin eagerly kissed Chan back, giving it his full focus as he returned his hand to Chan's shoulder.

"Fuck," Seungmin moaned against Chan's lips as he started forcing his ass over Chan's length, determined to take all of him. "I seriously might come," Seungmin softly giggled, already feeling the numbness take over his body.

Chan mischievously smirked, tightening his hold on Seungmin's cheek, and deeply returned the kiss. He held tightly onto Seungmin's lips, not allowing him to pull back as he wrapped his other hand around Seungmin's length and matched his strokes.

"Wait," Seungmin muffled, failing to pull back from Chan's firm grip on his face. His body desperately convulsed with every rough stroke from Chan, and he tried his best to calm his breathing and take control of himself, but Chan moved with such conviction, moving his hand wildly against his cock, like he was trying to make him cum.

"Fuck—y-you're definitely the freak," Seungmin whined against Chan's lips as he gasped for air.

"I just want to see you cum," Chan smirked, matching his soft panting and not letting up his hands as he continued his rough strokes against the younger.

"Mm, that's too bad," Seungmin chuckled stubbornly, surprisingly managing to pull himself together for as long as he had while he eagerly tried to wait for the older. He definitely couldn't be the first one, regardless of how good Chan's hand felt around his dick or how his cock dominated his ass only halfway in.

"Oh, really??" Chan replied almost smugly. Seungmin didn't know what to expect, but he knew Chan wasn't going to make things easy for him.

Chan was always full of determination. He wanted to be with Seungmin for probably as long as Seungmin wanted to be with him. If Seungmin hadn't always been so cold toward him, he definitely would've made a move ages ago. He figured they had wasted so much time already, and now he was determined to make the best of it.

He selfishly thought that if he made Seungmin feel a way he'd never felt before...make him feel so good, he'd have no choice but to be with him even after all this. He wanted Seungmin desperately, more than just lab partners at school, more than just sex, and he'd do anything to prove himself.

Chan reluctantly slowed down his strokes, still moving his hand just at a much much slower pace, almost painfully slow. He smiled, pulling his other hand up to Seungmin's cheek and redirecting his attention onto him.

"What are you doing??" Seungmin asked him, slightly afraid of Chan's sudden calm deliberateness.

"You might want to kiss me," Chan warned him playfully, sliding his hand back down to his waist.

"N-No—Why??" He asked curiously, still unsure of the older's intentions.

"Hm, suit yourself," Chan chuckled as he tightened his grip, keeping his eyes locked as he smirked at the younger.~~