Disenchanted (Completed)

0 . 8

mature content ahead
(again? yes, because then, i'll have some of you crying for the next chapters even though i'd struggle to make a sad scene)

Chan pulled out of Minho and collapsed almost on top of him. Both were panting for air as they lay there, sinking into the feeling of their afterglow together. Sighing contentedly, Minho snuggled up against Chan's chest as he stole kisses from the blonde here and there.

The Australian placed his arms around Minho, not wanting to let go. "I love you, Minho."

"I love you too," Minho whispered, still in cloud nine, but not for too long. As he recalled what they were supposed to talk about, he sat up slowly. Perplexed, Chan, too, rose from the bed, his arms around Minho's waist.

"Is something wrong?" Chan said into Minho's ears in effort of comforting him to whatever was in his mind.

Minho bit his lip, scared of the answer of the question he was about to ask. "Are you going back?"

Chan was silent, his eyes darting to the direction before them. Minho could feel the hesitance in the way he acted up. This time, Minho will not do anything to stop him because now, he knew the reason when Chan leaves. Minho will be able to understand now. Chan can do things his own way from now on, Minho will trust him again.

No matter the cost was of the answer he was about to get.

"I want to protect you, Min," It wasn't the exact respond Minho was anticipating for, but he understood what Chan was trying to say. In the early stages of their relationship, Minho learned that Chan's parents were big and powerful influences in Australia. Sure, the thought itself intimidates Minho, but Chan promised that he won't let them do anything that would ruin their relationship.

Minho placed a hand on Chan's hard chest and pushed him back down onto the bed. He straddled the older, casually rubbing himself above Chan's shaft.

"Fuck, Min, we just had - "

Minho chased after Chan's lips, shutting him up. He moved his hips forward then back, emitting small whimpers as he brought pleasure to himself with the rotating movements.

"I want to ride you this time," Minho managed, his voice almost a whisper as Chan's hands started to knead his ass.

The blonde groaned in response, one that was almost animalistic and then began to buck his hips up, meeting Minho's movements. Pausing abruptly, Chan scooted back so he was at the center of the bed again and Minho followed, crawling on top of the older.

Minho reached behind, feeling for Chan's shaft. Once his hands found it, Chan's hips jerked up as a reflex to the touch. The brunette hovered above him, lining his entrance up with Chan's shaft before sinking down in one movement. They both moaned as Chan filled him up, the feeling making Minho's vision black out for a moment.

Chan ran his fingers over Minho's sides in a soothing gesture while the younger just sat there with him buried deep inside, adjusting to Chan's size yet again. Minho bent down and leaned forward to kiss Chan's lips.

"Fucking christ, you feel so good," Chan moaned at the feeling of the younger's hot cavern while he kept his hands at Minho's thighs, securing him in place. "T-This is too much already, fuck."

"Hm, really?" Minho whispered and then moved his hips up, feeling Chan slid almost all the way out. He crouched down to peek at the older's proud shaft and then giggled. "Your cock seems to disagree."

Minho sank back down on Chan, whose eyes were shutting as the other continued the motion at a slow pace.

"Ah, fuck," Minho moaned as he picked up the pace, gradually. He leaned back, placing one of his hands behind him on the mattress whilst the other gripping Chan's hip for dear life as he rode him. The slight shift in position changed the angle Chan entered him causing him to hit the certain bundle of nerves deep inside.

Minho's head leaned back in pleasure and then picked up the pace even more, bouncing up and down Chan's shaft, chasing for the sparks of pleasure. He whimpered when Chan brought his hand to Minho's member, which had bouncing along between their bodies, and started stroking it.

With the Australian's thumb running over the tip of Minho's member and his cock repeatedly hitting his prostate, the sensation was almost too much and Minho knew he wasn't going to last long. He was panting as he rode up and down. Chan began to buck his hips up, meeting Minho's movements. It causes him to enter the younger even harder and Minho loved it.

"Wait," Chan groaned as he stopped stroking Minho's member. He moved his hands to hold Minho's hips, stopping him from bouncing.

"What now?" Minho asked, still trying to catch his breath.

"Nothing, baby," Chan reassured him, just as breathless. "I just want to fuck you right now."

Minho almost immediately slipped off Chan's cock, feeling the last tad of pleasure followed by the feeling of emptiness. He instantly wanted to slid back in, but the desire to let Chan have him under control won over.

The brunette spread his legs wide as soon he lay back down, his eyes gazed at each muscle that moved in Chan's back while the man positioned himself between Minho's thighs. Minho ran his hands down his cock, watching Chan licking his own lips at the sight.

"Get inside me already," Minho whined, his voice begging as Chan lined his shaft toward the other's entrance.

"Such a pushy bottom, Min," Chan teased as he slid in without warning, causing Minho to throw his head back in ecstasy while searching for something to grab onto.

Thick white ropes erupted from Minho, landing between on his stomach while some were on Chan's chest. "You came when I just went in?"

"Shut up, your cock just feels amazing," Minho panted, flinching at the feeling of being filled up still.

Chan chuckled as he began to pull out, agonizingly slow just to tease the man underneath him. He slammed back in with much force that Minho cried out his name in such a high-pitched moan.

Chan dug his hands into Minho's hip, pushing him and then pulled him back onto his cock with force. His thrusts got faster, wilder as he pounded into Minho who had to brace himself, grabbing onto the bedsheets.

"Faster, Chan, I'm so close," he pleaded, unable to hold back anymore as he felt the familiar tightening feeling in his gut.

Chan's breath grew more haggard, but he listened, diving himself deeper and more hastily into Minho. He moaned loudly, getting lost in the feeling. "I'm gonna cum soon, fuck."

Chan picked his pace even more, slamming skin against skin and watched as Minho's body twitches while his head fell back down to the bed in ecstasy as he came again. A whine escaped from his lips, his toes curling as his white seed shot against Chan's chest and onto his own.

The older didn't slow down, he just kept pounding as he rocked Minho through his orgasm, about to burst any second now.

With one last shove, Chan's body shuddered as he released his seed inside the younger. His mind drifted as sparks of pleasure flowed through his body, barely aware of calling out Minho's name as he came before letting himself collapse beside to the mattress.

As soon as he pulled out, Minho flinched at the feeling of Chan's seed oozing from his asshole. Letting out whimpers as a complain, he pressed a hand on Chan's arm. The older understood immediately and kissed his forehead before getting up to get the towels.

and i cringed, im sorry