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‘Are you still watching?’
The small black square appeared on the TV screen, catching Chan’s attention out of the corner of his eye. He pulled away from where he’d been shoving his tongue into his boyfriend's anus, eating him out like a man starved.
“Fuck, Minho, where's the remote?” he asked, glancing around for the device.
Minho made a noise of acknowledgement but didn't seem to be in a state of mind to make actual words- which was a great boost to Chan's ego, knowing that he could fuck his boyfriend completely dumb like that. And with just his mouth too! He hadn't even stuck his dick in yet.
Minho shot his arm out, feeling around for the remote control, and eventually pulled it out from in between the cushions. He all but threw it at Chan’s face, grumbling at him to hurry up and continue where they'd left off.
Chan resumed the show, and turned back to his lovely boyfriend to resume the task at hand.
He leaned down to press his mouth against Minho's ass again, but Minho reached back and pushed his face away.
“Enough of that….fuck me for real now, c'mon Channie…” Minho demanded, giving him a half hearted but still very horny glare.
Well what was he gonna do, say no?
“Of course, Kitten,” Chan replied cheerfully, reaching towards his pocket to grab the condom he had tucked in it.
Minho scoffed. “Seriously, you brought a rubber? You know I prefer going without.”
“Easier cleanup afterwards,” Chan said with a shrug.
“Sounds like a you problem.”
“.....my love, do you want me to fuck you or not?”
Minho’s mouth clamped shut with a click, and he blushes slightly. He scooted himself back a bit, sticking his ass up more into the air as a cue for Chan to go right ahead.
Chan opened the condom and rolled it on, added a bit of extra lube to his shaft, and then gently but swiftly pushed himself inside of his sweet, gorgeous, soft and warm boyfriend.
His lovely and perfect boyfriend, who immediately melted the moment Chan was all the way in- his usual reaction; which was equally cute and sexy.
“M’ch better….” Minho said, voice barely above a murmur as he relaxed into the pleasure, “you can start moving whenever you want.”
The temptation to take Minho’s words literally were there, to just sit and wait longer than he needed in order to tease the man below him until he begged with tears in his eyes and insults following every plea on his tongue- but he'd already spent the better part of an hour edging him with his tongue already, so Chan decided to be merciful and give his baby what he knew he wanted. He kept still for just a few moments, and then slowly started to move his hips, reaching forward to grab hold of Minho’s waist for extra stability.
He knew Minho’s body well by now, knew what it could handle and knew what would be too much, so Chan was able to get a rhythm going that pulled all the reactions out of Minho that he just loved to see. Letting out whines and moans that he tried to hold in because he always got embarrassed, gripping tightly to the throw pillow under him, and after several minutes Minho would subconsciously start pushing his hips back towards Chan in an attempt to make him go just a bit deeper.
Chan tightened his grip on Minho’s waist, quickening his tempo little by little as the pleasure started to build up higher and higher. He was starting to get close- he could hear the moans and whimpers coming out of his own mouth getting louder yet breathier.
The show that was playing on the TV faded into the background as the noises they made started to overpower it in volume; up until Chan realized the room around them was once again silent.
He glanced up.
‘Are you still watching?’
Fucking hell, again?
Chan rolled his eyes and used his free hand to reach around for the remote. Once he felt it, he picked it up and quickly hit play, dropping it again and turning his attention back down to his boyfriend.
Minho had now shoved his face into the pillow he was holding, no longer able to hold himself back and instead using the fabric and stuffing to muffle every lewd noise he made. Chan felt an immense fondness spread through him at the sight- his boyfriend was just so cute. Who the hell did Chan save in a past life to get so lucky and be able to date someone as incredible as Minho?
“Hyunggg…” Minho whined loudly, and Chan could hear how much he was pouting.
“Hm?” he responded, “what do you need, love?”
“Gimme more…”
“More what?”
“......you know what.”
“Hm, do I?”
“Hyunggg!”
Chan let out a laugh. He definitely knew what Minho wanted, but he always loved hearing Minho ask so sweetly for it.
“C'mon kitten, use your words.”
“Fuck you.”
“We’re already doing that.”
Minho let out a loud sigh, “go harder. And a bit faster.”
Chan said nothing, still waiting.
“....please,” Minho eventually added.
“Good kitten,” Chan responded, complying with his boyfriend's polite demand.
He shifted his angle a little bit as well, trying to make sure he would hit Minho’s sweet spot on each thrust. Judging by the sharp inhale Minho let out the next time he pushed in, Chan would guess he got it right on the marker.
From then on Chan just kept going, leaning forward and pressing light kisses on the back of Minho’s neck to add extra stimulation and get him even closer to the end.
Not long after, he felt Minho seize up, letting out a loud moan and pushing back against Chan even more as he chased as much of any sensation as he could. Chan hit his climax right after, his grip on Minho’s waist tightening even more as he let out one last cry of his own.
They didn't move for a few minutes, both catching their breaths as they came down from their mutual ecstacy.
Once Chan felt like his heart rate was back to normal, he carefully pulled out and got up to get rid of the condom. Minho just slumped forward, as if he was completely melting into the couch cushions. Once Chan walked back over to the couch though, Minho shifted himself around so he was laying on his back, arms open to invite Chan in for some post-sex cuddling time.
“I guess we should probably rewind a few episodes,” Minho mumbled, nuzzling his cheek against Chan’s shoulder, “we kinda missed a bunch.”
“Yeah, probably,” Chan agreed, “in a minute though. Cuddles first.”
The show continued on in the background, its own noise filling the room back up again in the gap of the now missing animalistic grunts of sexual activity.
All the way up until it wasn't. Again.
‘Are you still watching?’
“Oh for fucks sake-”