Chanmin’s night of stress relief
Saturated
The air in the studio was thick, heavy with the scent of musk and the sharp, metallic tang of their shared release. Chan didn’t move for a long time, his massive frame acting as a weighted blanket that pinned Seungmin into the soft leather of the sofa. He felt the way Seungmin’s pulse thrummed against his own chest, a frantic little rhythm that was slowly beginning to even out.
Chan shifted slightly, a low groan vibrating deep in his throat as the movement caused his thick cock to slide against the slick walls of Seungmin’s interior. Even though he was softening, the sheer girth of him kept Seungmin stretched wide. He watched with a possessive pride as Seungmin’s eyes fluttered, the younger boy still caught in the afterglow of a total sensory collapse.
"You’re still so full of me," Chan whispered, his breath hot against Seungmin’s ear.
Seungmin made a soft, needy sound, his fingers curling weakly into the muscles of Chan’s back. "Don’t pull out yet. It feels... heavy. I like the weight."
Chan chuckled, the sound rumbling through both of them. He reached down between their bodies, his large hand finding Seungmin’s groin again. The skin there was soaked, a mixture of sweat and the golden liquid they had both surrendered to the heat of the moment. Chan’s thumb found the familiar, soft texture of Seungmin’s foreskin. He began to manipulate it, pulling the delicate hood back and forth over the sensitive glans, watching how the small, uncircumcised member twitched in his grip.
"Look at how small you are compared to me, Minnie," Chan murmured, his voice dropping into that dark, gravelly register that always made Seungmin’s toes curl. "Even when you’re worked up, you’re so tiny. So perfect for me to take care of."
Seungmin whined, his head tilting back to expose the long line of his throat. "I’m not that small... you’re just a monster."
"A monster you can't get enough of," Chan countered, leaning down to nip at the sensitive skin of Seungmin’s neck. He felt the way Seungmin’s asshole pulsed around him, a reflexive contraction that betrayed how much the younger boy loved being dominated by Chan’s size.
Despite the frequent use, Seungmin’s entrance always looked deceptively small, a tight little ring of pink flesh that seemed impossible to breach. But as Chan moved his hips in a slow, grinding circle, he felt how effortlessly the muscles yielded. He had spent years breaking Seungmin in, molding the younger boy’s body to fit his own desires until Seungmin was the perfect vessel for his hunger.
"You’re so loose, baby," Chan growled, his hands moving to grip Seungmin’s plush, bubble butt, kneading the soft cheeks with a bruising force. "I’ve ruined this pretty little hole, haven’t I? Always ready for me. Always waiting to be filled up."
Seungmin’s face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes finally focusing on Chan’s face. "Because you never leave me alone. You’re always... poking at me.