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Minho and Chan were still in their honeymoon phase, the passion has always been there with the two of them but now that they have finally officialized their relationship, they couldn’t get enough of each other. Chan was convinced that they’d never leave the honeymoon phase. No matter how busy, no matter how exhausted, they’ll always come back to each other at the end of the day with the utmost passion. Chan was in deep. Minho even deeper. They were obsessed with each other, utterly in love.
Chan had to admit that he had been letting himself get a little behind on work now that he’s finally got the man of his dreams. I mean, how could he not when his boyfriend looked and acted how he did? Anyone would get a little distracted, don’t judge him! But, that did mean he had to stay late to catch up on said work. When everyone else was clearing out of the studio, Chan stayed back, sighing heavily. Usually he’d have to be forced out of the studio, always so stubborn on getting time to himself. He was always so keen on giving all his time to his work. Now that eagerness has been shifted to Minho.
He leaned back into his chair with a huff, pulling his phone out to text Minho.
My bunny❤️
Me
I’m so sorry, bunny, I have to stay back and get some work done. I’m so behind.
My bunny❤️
That’s fine. Get your work done<3
Chan smiled at his phone, hearting his boyfriend’s message before putting his phone in his pocket and sighing for the umpteenth time that night.
As always, Chan fell into a flow, a rhythm that was hard to break out of as he shut out the world completely. Once he felt semi content with the project he was currently working on, he broke out into a yawn and stretched his limbs before his eyes flicked down to the bottom right corner of his screen, eyes widening as he saw the time. Fucking 3 in the morning. He stayed far later than he was planning. And all he could think about, now that he was out of his deep work state, was minho. Getting back home to Minho.
He quickly packed his things as he broke off into another yawn, leaving the studio and making his way back to dorms.
As he entered the dorms, he made his way to Minho's room, being sure to be extra quiet knowing he was asleep. He put his bag down near the door, automatically going to the bed where his boyfriend was laying. So pretty as always. His hand gently came down to brush his hair off of his face. After admiring him for a second, he moved away to change out of his dirty clothes into more comfortable ones. He put on some shorts and a t-shirt before slipping under the blankets behind Minho.
As soon as his body made contact with Minhos, he let out the most content sigh. He pulled his sleeping body close against his, nuzzling into his back and inhaling deeply. He’s been needing this all day.
His big hands sprawled against his waist, wanting to be as close as possible, making up for the time apart. He was used to coming home after a long day of working, and burying himself deep into Minho, kissing his beautiful, naked body until he was writhing under him and making the most beautiful noises he has ever heard and will ever hear.
Fuck. Chan was getting himself worked up just thinking of it. He pulled away enough to look at his boyfriends peaceful face, breath getting heavy.
He was battling his mind right now, biting his lip gently as his hand caressed his soft stomach underneath his thin shirt. He slowly—excruciatingly slow—leaned down to press his plump lips against Minho's oh so inviting neck. He pressed soft kisses up his neck, right against his Adam’s apple, to his jaw, before pulling away. He sat up slowly, gently moving Minho onto his back as he pushed his shirt up his body, careful not to wake him. He leaned down to kiss his soft tummy, a low grumbling moan leaving his mouth. He couldn’t help himself, kissing up his stomach, to his chest, hand keeping his shirt pushed up so he can take his nipple into his mouth. Only then, Minho stirs, letting out a small sound, though it wasn’t enough to wake him.
Chan lets go of his nipple, breathing heavily, feeling half rabid. He looked up at his boyfriends sleeping face, mouth slightly parted as his soft breaths left it.
Chans fingers moved to his waist, gently holding before moving up and down, gently caressing. His body was so pretty. So, so pretty. Something he will never get tired of seeing, touching, tasting. His fingers danced down to the hem of minhos boxers, he never wore pants to bed, and he slid them off slowly.
As soon as he got the boxers off, a groan left his mouth, looking at his plush thighs that he was so obsessed with. They were so big, so strong, they made him drool anytime he saw them. His eyes then flicked to his soft cock, so pretty, the perfect size. It felt so perfect inside him, whether it be his ass or his mouth, it made him cock drunk every single time. His hands moved to grasp his thighs, parting them so he could see even more. His eyes finally landed on his hole, and he swore he could’ve died right there. Red, puffy, as if he had been fucking himself while Chan was gone.
Chan felt like his dick was going to explode. He immediately tore off all of his clothes, before getting between Minho's legs. He leaned down, moving Minho slowly to not wake him up, angling his hips just enough so he could lick his hole, moaning against him immediately. He will never get tired of the way he tastes, he swears that he could eat him out for hours on end, no break, and still want more.
His hands moved to spread his cheeks wider so he could slip his tongue in, making Minho let out a soft, sleepy whimper. Chan didn’t stop what he was doing, but he looked up to survey his face. He was still peaceful, just a soft pinch in his eyebrow.
He pulled his tongue out, flicking it over his now slick hole before moving in to suck on it. God, he tasted so fucking good. Chan eyes rolled back slightly at the taste before he started to slowly rut down into the mattress, eyebrows pinched together as quiet but steady moans left his throat.
He was so glad that Minho was a heavy sleeper, he didn’t want to wake his precious boy up from his needed sleep just because he was desperate. He thrusts his tongue in and out of his hole a few times before gently pushing a finger into him. He thrusted both his tongue and finger in and out of his hole, all the while moaning. Above him, Minho's breaths came out heavier, eyebrows pinched tighter.
He began slowly opening him up, pulling his tongue out and pressing two fingers in with barely any resistance, his body slack and pliant. He started slowly thrusting them in and out, little twitches came from Minho here and there, small noises steadily leaving his mouth as Chan started scissoring his fingers inside him before adding a third easily. Once he knew he could take his cock with little to no resistance, he got on his knees between Minhos legs, rubbing his thighs before grabbing himself and lining him up with his boyfriends hole.
When he pushed in and bottomed out, he nearly doubled over, leaning down to hover himself over Minho's sleeping body, hands on either side of his head. He didn’t move for a few seconds, breathing heavily, pressing small kisses over his neck before pecking his beautiful lips. He pulled out a tiny bit before thrusting back in slowly, groaning lowly at the feeling. Chan could truly bury himself inside of him forever, never leave, and Minho would let him.
He watched Minho's tiny reactions, laser focused on every little noise that left his parted lips, every twitch his body made, every move. He was now steadily thrusting into him, taking it slow so he could feel every single bit of him. Chans head hung low, low groans and soft whimpers escaping his lips. He had been so needy all day, he felt like he could cry. And maybe he would.
He pulled out slowly, flipping Minho onto his stomach gently, cheek pressed against the pillow. He pressed back in, letting out a moan, blanketing himself over Minho’s back before starting to thrust again. He knew there was a chance he was going to wake up with how his thrusts started getting harder with each press in, and how he was letting out a flow of moans right next to his ear. He leaned down and bit his neck, sucking softly before pulling off and licking right where he bit. He sat back up, gripped Minho’s waist, before slamming into him. He felt so good, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Minho’s soft moans grew louder, and Chan felt him start to clench around his hard cock, and he knew he was waking up now so he started pounding into him hard.
Soon enough, Minho gripped the sheets near his head, burying his face into the pillow as he drooled and moaned loudly. He was still half asleep, eyes half open as he tried to quiet himself down.
Chan leaned back down, gripping his hair and pulling his head back to the side so his moans weren’t being suppressed by the pillow. “You know I love hearing you, bunny.” He growled into his ear before angling himself down enough to press his lips to his boyfriends. It was barely a kiss, it was so messy and desperate, tongues tangling with each other, spit and drool leaving the sides of their mouths, and Minho could barely kiss back now that Chan was nailing his prostate head on with every thrust, open mouthed as Chan licked into him.
“Channie- fuck!” Minho cried out once Chan pulled away to focus on fucking him harder. Chan grabbed at his ass, smacking it hard, making Minho whine loudly, eyebrows pinched tight.
Minho reached back, gripping at Chans thigh as he gave him no break, he could barely breathe but it felt so fucking good. Chan swears he feels everything 10 times more right now, the feeling of being inside his boyfriend making him feel dizzy with pleasure.
“Fuck, min.. you feel incredible.” He groans out through his exertion, voice shaky, leaning down to latch on to the back of his neck. Minho was letting out steady moans, his tired body trying to keep up with the fast pace that was being set but all he could really do is lay there and take it. And he was not complaining.
He would be happy just cockwarming for hours, that’s how much he loves Chans cock inside him. Being woken up to being pounded was something he has been waiting for, but he didn’t bring anything up because he wanted Chan to want it so bad that he just takes it. He knows what Minho likes. Knows his body inside and out.
Now that it was happening, Minho's tired brain couldn’t keep up, he felt half dumb as his moans just left his mouth, with no way of him being able to stop them.
Chan continued his thrusts, hips moving at the perfect angle and rhythm. Perks of being a dancer. He pulled Minho's cheeks apart, watching intensely where he was pounding into him.
He got hypnotized for a few seconds before Minho started squirming, gathering enough strength to move onto his knees and start meeting his thrusts.
Chan moaned loudly, reaching around his hip to grab his cock and stroke him in time with his thrusts.
As soon as Chans thumb moved over his tip, he spilled over his hands and onto the sheets below him, and he would’ve collapsed into his mess if it wasn’t for Chans string grip holding him up.
Behind him, chan was losing control, his rhythm faltering, a loud whiny moan leaving his lips as Minho clenches around him.
Minho’s head dropped down, burying into the pillow as his hips got held up and he continued to get pounded into. The slight pain from the overstimulation felt so good, his eyes rolled back just a bit as a few tears left his eyes.
Chan threw his head back as he spilled into Minho, thrusting slowly into him as he rode out his orgasm, moaning lowly.
He slowly pulled out of him, gentle hands guiding him to lay on his back, out of the way of his own cum. As soon as Minho was on his back, he kissed up his chest before kissing his lips deeply. When he pulled away, Minho’s eyes were soft, dazey, as his hands came up to cup his cheeks.
“That was fucking amazing. We need to do that more.” He said, making Chan laugh at how serious he sounded and looked while saying it.
“Anything you want.” He said, kissing his nose softly. He could barely think with how good of an orgasm he just had.
He got up leaving the room to grab a rag and wet it before coming back and cleaning him gently, leaving sweet kisses on his tummy as he did. When he was finished, he helped him stand so he could switch out the sheets.
Once they laid back down, Minho rested his head on his chest, breathing in happily.
“Next time I’m gonna fuck you awake.”