Miroh (Completed)

1 . 5

It was warm, Chan thought. The cozy blanket wrapped around his body, so was the dim lighted room. He blinked a few times before making out that someone was by the fire. The silhouette was crouching down, as if sleeping while sitting up. He could the golden reflection on it's hair. Chan sat up, his head suddenly felt being banged, repeatedly. "Fuck," he groaned.

The person by the fire quickly rushed to his side and gripped his hand. "Chan, are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

The voice made Chan look up at the boy with wide eyes. The feline face that he longed to see was in front of him at that moment, and the hair on his nape stood up. He must've hit his head so hard that he's starting hallucinate. Yes, it must be it. But the hot breath that was blown on his face felt real, was he really hallucinating?

"I'm dead," Chan's face fell paler, as his touched his own head and body. "A-Am I not alive?"

The boy held his hand and put them against his cheek, "I'm real, Chan. This is Minho."

Before he could even stop himself, Chan pulled the boy into a hug. Tears left the brunette's eyes so red, his head buried deep in the crook of the blonde's neck. Minho managed to stop the tears from rolling down for a few seconds til he couldn't bare the sting in his heart as he showered Chan's shoulders with hot fluid, clutching the older's clothes. There were no words said but the two boys could understand what the other wanted to say; I miss you.

Chan was the first to pull away and he cupped Minho's face with both hands, staring. He wiped the tears with his thumb while smiling contently, warmth running throughout his veins as he laid his eyes on Minho's feline features. His eyes soon traveled down to the younger's pink, thin lips. He leaned his body in, slowly taking responses from the other who didn't budge one bit. As the air and space between them grew thinner and thinner, their hearts beat louder and faster each second slipped away.

Closing the gap between their lips, Chan placed his right hand around Minho's lower back while caressing the blonde's cheek with the other; something he never do to Hyunjin. Even knowing this was so wrong, Chan almost didn't care. He never fell in love with Hyunjin, after all, he realized. The empathy he felt for him was what brought the things Chan did for him. The love he showered Hyunjin was a kind of a brother's but with kisses and hugs, Hyunjin always loved those.

Pushing the thought away, he pinned Minho down on the bed, lips still dancing. Once his arms were set on both sides of Minho's head, Chan slid his tongue inside the younger's mouth. Minho whimpered as he brought Chan closer with his arms around the brunette's neck. Chan placed his one hand over Minho's tummy (pft, tummy) and reached for the two sensitive buds under the thick clothes. Once he found them, he rubbed his palm over Minho's nipples, pinching them occasionally. It made Minho let a few gasps and quiet moans escape through his parted lips, "C-Chan."

Chan quickly pulled away, afraid that he might made Minho feel uncomfortable. "What's wrong?"

"Why did you stop?" they said in unison and their faces flushed. They were in the middle of something and this just had to happen.

But Minho wasn't having it.

"Hurry your ass, Bang. I want you inside me this time." is all took for Chan to lose his sanity as he growled lowly and attacked Minho with more ferocious kisses, not only on the lips but all over the blonde's slim body. He got so absorbed that he couldn't remember how or when they took their clothes off, too focused to the pleasure to be felt. Chan began to rub both of their lower region with his hands on Minho's hair.

"Chan, please," Minho pleaded, his eyes hooded with lust and eyebrows knitted together as he tried to mute himself from dragging out a moan. "Destroy me."

Minho's face was a work of art at the moment, the way he scrunched his face whenever Chan hit his sweet spot and how his lips were parted to let out high-pitched lewd sounds. His hands were pinned to the mattress by Chan's firm ones, his neck and chest were full of love bites and his legs were around Chan's waist, guiding the older to dive deeper inside him. His own shaft standing tall and proud against Chan's packed abdomen, the friction and the thrusts driving him insanely good that from time to time, he'd roll his eyes.

Soon enough, the oddly pleasuring feeling started to pool inside his tummy as Minho tried to gasp for air in between Chan's kisses. "I'm c-close, Chan."

With that, the brunette thrust with more strength, groaning. Chan was almost on the edge, the feeling of Minho's tight rim around his shaft and the sounds the boy beneath him was making made him feel so aroused. Thick, white hot fluid spurted on his chest as Minho opened his mouth but nothing came out. Just when Chan released inside him, his voice was regained and he began to whimper. In that moment, they only realized that it was raining.

"Shit," Chan suddenly pulled out, the pleasure still there but the guilt was slowly building again. Why didn't he think straight? Hyunjin and the others must be waiting for him-worse, looking for him. "How many days was I out?"

Minho stared at him in confusion, "Where are you going?"

"How many?" Chan snapped, suddenly raising his voice at the boy. Minho flinched at the volume and pulled the covers over his bare body.

"Two."

"I-I have to go," The brunette hastily grabbed his clothes and dressed himself up, not without wiping off the cum that was painted across his chest and Minho's face burned. Chan reached for the door but stopped midway when he heard Minho mumble. "What?"

"It's Hyunjin, isn't it? You're with Hyunjin," was what Minho said, clearer this time. He could see the shock plastered on Chan's face, his lips were trembling as if wanting to say something but couldn't figure out what. Was Chan really in love with Hyunjin? Minho wanted an answer for that, even though he already knew the answer a long time ago. Then why did Chan waste his time love making with him? Did he do it because of the situation they were in? Does Chan love him still? "Chan," there was a pause. "Hyunjin or me?"