Puppy Love • Seungchan/Chanmin

Epilogue pt. 2 (M)

It starts with their clothes.

They undress each other, sharing gentle kisses in between. While they hadn't gone so far as to have sex until now, undressing each other, of all things, was easy.

They'd shared more than enough showers together, making out and undoing one another under the water. Seungmin had become more than accustomed to the shapes and curves of Chan's body and how the older fit perfectly against his own.

Seungmin was also more than used to seeing Chan hard, but maybe for the first time seeing Chan's hardening length made him nervous.

Chan, as if sensing this, wraps him in the security of his arms, kissing him as usual, without pressure.

Seungmin gives his own subtle prompt when he's ready, pushing Chan towards their bed.

Chan may hit the soft fabric before Seungmin, but it's Seungmin who ends up colliding fully first.

Chan spins them, and in an instant pins him down and crawls over him.

This is where things grow different from their usual MO. About now Chan is either sucking him off or Seungmin is jerking at his cock, but instead Chan's hands are swimming between his thighs, like a serpent down a rabbit hole.

Seungmin slams his legs shut, stopping Chan's hand. While the idea of Chan stretching was necessary, actually doing it was scary as shit.

"You ok?" Chan asks softly, pulling back slightly to look in his eyes.

Seungmin breathes and nods his head. "I just need a sec."

Chan reaches up and wraps his hand around his cheek. "Take all the time you need"

They'd spoken about this, about safe sex, their own concerns and thoughts, they'd even sat down and watched some... questionable videos. But no amount of prior conversation and preparation could have truly readied them for this moment.

Seungmin breathes in and out. It's just Chan. You love Chan. Chan won't hurt you. Chan will wait until you're ready. Chan loves you.

Seungmin pulls Chan to him after his inner pep talk, kissing him softly. Slowly but surely, Seungmin opens up, letting Chan's lubricated finger in, completely.

Seungmin immediately clenches down like a triggered bear trap. His toes curling and his hands gripping the sheets.

"Oh god," Chan wheezes as Seungmin hisses and screws his eyes shut again. It was all he could think to do at this moment.

They both pause like a photograph snapped in time, but then the film reel alights and they begin to move again.

Chan moves that singular finger, testing the tight space and eliciting another hiss from Seungmin. He couldn't help it, what they were doing now was completely new, this feeling absolutely foreign. Seungmin was just thankful that Chan was persisting and not pulling away.

Seungmin kept his eyes jammed closed as he leant back on his elbows, getting used to the feeling. As Chan slips another finger up his backside, he does his very best to control his breathing, to take Chan in and not give him a reason to pull out.

But as a third finger goes in, his eyes fly open with a groan, and he's shocked to see the love drunk haze dripping over Chan's features. He was watching him with both concern and desire. A sight Seungmin wasn't sure he was used to.

Chan pushes his three fingers in, as far as they can physically go, and Seungmin's breath hitches.

"Chan-ah-ahh-oh fuck!" Seungmin pants as Chan pulls out a little only to push in again.