kinktober 26
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Chan pulled nearly out and pushed in again just to feel it return. Minho’s eyes fluttered open. Chan kept his palm over the faint movement, glad that Minho was watching it too.
“There, you feel it from both sides?”
Minho nodded and put his hand over Chan’s, forcing the palm down harder. “Make it show more. Bury yourself deeper.”
Chan changed the angle. The counter bit into the front of his thighs. Minho dragged him closer with both legs until there was no space left between them, wet skin hitting wet skin in short, deep strokes. Chan kept one hand low and used the movement under it to guide himself. Every time the little rise touched his palm, his cock throbbed so hard Minho felt it and laughed breathlessly.
Chan said, “You were so full I could feel it with my whole hand. Now I can feel where I am.”
Minho’s ankles locked behind him. “Don’t come yet.” He said it through a moan, nails dragging over the back of Chan’s neck. “You wanted to see it, so work for it. Fuck me like you’re trying to crawl out through my stomach."
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- Part 1 of kinktober 26
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“Don't look at me.”
Minho's thumb moved once over the ridge beneath the shirt. Chan's hips jerked and dropped back down. He wouldn't meet Minho's eyes, and the red was spreading, and Minho wasn't sure which part of this he was supposed to look away from.
“Am I making you that nervous?”
Sweat was gathering at Chan's temple. Under Minho's palm, the lower part of his stomach drew inward, then rose again before the breath had quite settled. He seemed to be trying to hold himself still, but the attempt only made the next inhale catch. His fingers were tight around Minho's wrist, and he kept his gaze turned aside.
“Minho. Don't look at me.”
“I'm looking at you Channie.”
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- Part 2 of kinktober 26
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“You’re not going to break me. Keep your hand there.”
Chan kept it there. Minho moved the line, and the rope dragged briefly across the skin beneath Chan’s palm. Minho’s breath caught. A shiver followed, small enough that Chan might have missed it from the front, impossible to miss with his hand right there. He stopped moving at once. Minho tilted his head back a little.
“You're fine. Don't pull away.”
Chan nodded although Minho couldn’t see him. His cock had started to thicken in his jeans, and he moved his hips back before the feeling had properly reached him. He needed room. That was all he could think to do about it. His hands had a job, and he could keep them doing the job while the rest of him failed to behave. The rope felt rougher now that he knew how smooth the skin beneath it was.
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- Part 3 of kinktober 26
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Something long is being said. I catch only the end. Chan? Chan, maybe. Chan stripped down to the last sound. His mouth keeps making the rest and I stay with the hand over my heart, the hand at my neck, the hand still on my chest. Heart fast under it, pushing against bone. Not enough space. It keeps fitting. His body is shuddering around me, hole gripping in little spasms, clenching the shaft, wet every time he fails to stay still.
Circles of heat keep landing in the same place until there is no place, only hot piled over hot, nerve over ache over something heavier than both, the head mashed deep and circled. Here. Here where a sound waits behind my tongue.
“That’s it.”
Tone against neck. Hand inside the tone. “That’s it.” Smaller now. It. It becomes pressure. It becomes the place pressure keeps filling, his rim tight at the base, balls drawn up hard. Hips catch halfway up. Another rise begins inside the caught one. He follows and heat appears behind my teeth, jaw full of something happening nowhere near it. He rolls. He tightens around me. I’m going to. I am.
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- Part 4 of kinktober 26
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"Shorts, Minho."
"Shorts?"
"Shorts."
Minho looked over his shoulder. For a second he thought Chan meant he should put more clothes on. Get covered, end this, stop making a fucking scene. Then he caught the way Chan was looking at him, the almost smile, the little lift of his chin, and understood that he was bringing dinner back again. Minho grabbed the first sweatshirt his hand found and threw it. It hit Chan in the chest and dropped into his lap. Chan looked at it, left it there and stood up.
Minho had sat on the end of his own bed without thinking. That left Chan standing right in front of him, close enough that Minho had to lift his chin to keep looking at his face. He hated how much attention he was giving Minho now, after putting the phone away, and the fact that this was what Minho had been trying to get since they walked through the door. Minho hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, watching Chan watch him and trying to hold on to the smile.
"Why do you want me to look at you that bad?"
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- Part 5 of kinktober 26
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“Okay. Enough. Stay still for two seconds.”
He put Minho’s wrists on the counter. His thumbs settled against the insides of them, fingers closing before he’d thought about how hard, and Minho stepped back until his hips met the cabinet. Chan had followed the movement. They were suddenly close enough that he could see Minho take a breath and fail to finish it.
It was a tiny sound. Chan nearly spoke over it. He’d had another sentence to say, something about hot oil and being tired and please, just please stop getting under his arms, and then Minho’s lower lip moved. A quick tremble before he pressed his mouth shut. Chan looked up. Minho was looking straight at him, ears turning pink, his fingers opening once against the counter. He didn’t pull.
Chan let go at once.
“Minho, look, I’m sorry. My head’s been killing me and you kept moving, and I got annoyed. I shouldn’t have grabbed you. I could’ve just asked you to move.”
“I liked it.” Minho mumbled.
“What?”
“I liked it.”
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- Part 6 of kinktober 26
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“What did you give me?” Chan asks.
The chocolate. He gave him a normal one, but Chan heard enough of Jisung's performance to know what he was supposedly eating, and Minho has been calling this placebo all morning. Maybe Chan is this attracted to Minho and blaming the chocolate because it lets him.
“I was fine in there, then I saw you outside. Maybe you owe me something.”
“Maybe I owe you an apology, you fucking weirdo.”
“Then tell me to go back in.”
Minho puts a hand on his chest instead. He means to push him back inside, though it makes the situation worse. Chan reacts before he can even move his fingers, a broken breath leaves him, his eyes shut for a second, his chest pressing into Minho’s hand. Minho feels the heartbeat under his palm and forgets the rest of what he meant to do.
Chan opens his eyes. Minho's hand is still there.
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- Part 7 of kinktober 26
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Chan lowered Minho’s hips. The first lick over his hole knocked a shout out of him. His hands slipped on Chan’s chest. He lifted an inch, caught himself, then settled back as Chan’s grip steadied him. The tongue returned, circling him until his arms shook and his head fell forward. His cock slapped against Chan’s chest when his hips jerked.
“Fuck. Give me a second. Your tongue–”
Chan eased his hands. Minho took a breath, another, then moved back toward his mouth. The groan underneath him went straight up his spine. His arms bent, and Chan caught more of his weight, one hand spreading him while the other held his thigh. The tongue pushed in. Minho’s fingers curled against Chan’s chest. He rocked back, and Chan followed him, licking, sucking at the rim until his knees spread farther.
“You like it that much?” Minho said, breathless. “Me on your face? Fuck, I can feel you groaning.”
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- Part 8 of kinktober 26