ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~his dandy boy(extended)~ [3]

~~Chapter 3~~

Chan sighed as he leaned up, halting his movement before he reached and flipped his phone over. "It's Changbin," he said, sounding almost surprised and equally relieved.

"Changbin??" Seungmin echoed back equally confused. "Ignore it,"

"I could, but where's the fun in that??" he laughed somewhat menacingly as he held the phone in his hand, contemplating.

Seungmin could almost see the thought forming in his head, and he was crazy if he were actually considering answering the phone right now. "Hyung, you can't," he panicked, watching another smirk take over Chan's face, much more evil and sinister than before. "Hyung, no—" he muffled out before Chan placed his hand over Seungmin's mouth. His eyes widened in anger as he grabbed Chan's wrist.

"Shh, it's okay," Chan shushed him before he answered the call, leaving the phone beside them on speaker. Chan quickly tucked his hand in front of Seungmin's legs, pulling him a little closer to fix his position, before he started moving his hips as Changbin said hello.

Seungmin rolled his eyes when Chan placed his finger against his lips, warning the younger to be quiet, as if it were that easy, especially since Chan inconsiderately pushed against his sudden tightness.

"Hyung," Changbin called out again as he waited for his response.

"Hey, Bin. What's up??" Chan said once he cleared his throat and focused.

"Oh, hi. Um, is Seungmin still with you? I know he went over there last night, but he's not answering his phone."

"Aw, he's worried," Chan quietly whispered with a pout as he looked down at Seungmin, who rolled his eyes back at him, annoyed. "Yeah, he's still here," he finally answered.

"Okay, good. You don't understand the hell I've been through trying to cover for you. You both owe me big time," the younger continued, and Seungmin really hoped that this conversation would end soon because he couldn't handle the level of embarrassment he was feeling.

"Trust me, we both understand and were very thankful, Changbin." Chan smiled, basically fucking him between every word. He leaned over Seungmin a little, positioning himself in a way his cock was guaranteed to reach deeper as he palmed his waist and painfully continued.

The call could've ended here. Chan should have told him they were getting dressed or come up with some excuse to get him off the phone. For his sake, he hoped he would. But Changbin loved to gossip, and he was slowly realizing how much Chan loved to see him miserable.

"Did you get a chance to talk?" Changbin pressed gently. He wasnt sure if they were ready to talk yet, but he had to know if his ship was sailing.

"Yeah. We had a really long chat about everything."

"And you're good, right??"

"Uh-huh, we're really good," Chan smirked, pressing his hand tighter over Seungmin's mouth as he slammed his hips into Seungmin's ass.

He couldn't help his cries as they impulsively loudened almost to the point where Chan's hand was no longer enough to conceal them. He tightened his hands on Chan's wrist, nails digging desperately in his skin as he practically pleaded with the older to move. Chan softly laughed to himself, shaking his head no as he watched the pitiful attempt, keeping his body firm.

"He'd kill me if I told you this, but he was so hurt when you stopped giving him attention. I practically had to force him to your door," he said with a small chuckle.

Seungmin's eyes widened as he turned his head in the direction of the phone. His entire body burned now, not only because of the pressure of the older cock pressing against the walls of his ass but also because of Changbin's words. His very private feelings that he didnt want the older or anyone besides Changbin to hear of.