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Chan had went to the recording studio at the company at night. He needed to do some back ground vocal recordings of his voice for a song, that he felt were missing. Always the expert when it comes to filling in empty spots that he feels a song is lacking.
The leader wasn’t alone because there on the black couch that’s against the wall was his Lee Know.
He was in a black hoodie with glasses. Bare faced and on his phone, just hanging around. He’s there in support of Chan. The leader had texted in the group chat with all 8 of them that he’d be heading to the recording studio. Minho felt like joining so he texted saying he’d go with him.
Although the two being alone felt so daring. Like something between them would definitely go down.
You see the two oldest of the group are in a relationship, a very intimate relationship.
They had been fucking around with each other, keeping it on the low. A secret between them for a long time now. When Chan wants sex, he goes to Minho. When Minho wants sex he goes to Chan.
Yeah they help each other a lot very well. Minho loves how Chan can fuck the day lights out of him. As much as he pleases.
Now the two are in the studio and would keep sharing playful flirty glances, cute smiles. it’d make tension float around. Turn louder.
As always Minho felt so proud of Chan and his work. He had the feel to acknowledge it out loud. He hums, looking up from his phone. “You know Chan-ah.” Minho stretched out flirtatiously. “You deserve something.”
It will always fill Chan with raging flutters, like they were flaming. It held such a strong grip on him to hear Minho call him that. Only he has the rights to.
“Something?” Chan puzzled at the pretty male sitting few steps behind him, keeping his eyes on his laptop. He had on a black tank top with a gray jacket over, zipped open.
Minho drops his phone down beside him and stands up, making his way towards Chan. “Yeah a prize, for your hard work.”
Oh it’s so loud and clear Minho is horny, but man Chan is too. Why shouldn’t they act on it.
“Oh yeah?” Chan snickered, turning amused even found a sly smirk slip its way in his lips. “And what could that be.”
Then the next thing Minho was on the floor, sitting on his heels head between Chan’s thighs, with his mouth around Chan’s dick.
All while the blond was finishing up, getting the recordings onto his laptop. To listen back to at home when he needed. Chan had his sweats and boxer briefs pulled down mid thigh, groaning and moaning.
“Aha- fuck Minho.” Chan breathily groaned.
Minho’s mouth gliding down his long length far as he could the base then back up to the tip, licking swirling tongue and sucking. The slurping loud. Feeding in and adding onto his own arousal. He tried giving every part of Chan’s cock attention.
Minho was doing so much of a good job sucking Chan off, taking him deep in his mouth. Chan was finishing up, his fingers moving around his mouse pad becoming quite unsteady.
Minho pulls off huffing out and groping Chan by the base stroking him intensely fast, his lips glossy. He was using the mix of his spit and the pre-cum to rub on Chan’s cock. Getting it to glisten. Bumping his lips on the tip. Then shoves him back in his mouth.
“God- holy fuck.” Chan grunted out, in English. He liked how sometimes Minho’s front rabbit teeth would softly graze his skin.
Minho had popped off his dick again and kept his lips wrapped on the tip, sucking on it loud and running his tongue on it. It made him satisfied to know he was doing a good job from the sounds he ripped from Chan. He slides his mouth back down and resumed the intense blowjob.
When the blond got done with the laptop he closed it shut, his hard gaze now concentrated down, watching Minho. His fingers from one hand touching and grabbing Minho’s hair. So fluffy bouncy and soft.
The way Minho bobbed his head rapidly, his dark fluffy hair flocking with his every move. Moaning and groaning out himself onto Chan’s dick. And with his glasses, man.
Fuck how Chan was losing his mind. He had taken his fingers off from Minho’s hair and just sat back enjoying the view. Taking it in.
It was getting too much, Chan was feeling needy. For more. The steam to blow off was raging and pipping hot.
He pulls Minho off his dick by the hair, and has him look up, with half lidded eyes under his black thick rimmed glasses. “Let me fuck you. Right now.” Chan says, firm.
“Yeah, please.” Minho almost whined. “Fuck me.”
They move to the couch, they had to have the glass of the entry door covered before continuing on with their very steamy intimacy. A chair stacked with boxes. It has been such a long while since they last fucked, from the busy schedules.
Chan is sitting with his legs hanging from the couch and Minho on his lap, straddling him, in his boxers. Their lips locked, brushing hard. Kissing messy, swishing their tongues together. Their hot heavy breathless breathes taking up the studio.
Chan was holding Minho by his waist, as they grinded their bodies together. He ran his fingers down his hips and to his ass, squeezing tightly as they continued kissing deep. Chan’s jacket sliding down, broad shoulders out.
Minho moaning more needy in his mouth, his head tilted to the side to have their mouths perfectly slotted, tongue pushed deeply in. “Chan-ah.” He sighed, turning more needy from the increasing horny ness. Flushed red.
Chan chuckled as he knew Minho was asking for more. He hooks his fingers on the waist band of Minho’s boxers and starts sliding them down, encouraging Minho he takes the piece of clothing off.
Minho smirked against Chan’s lips and stands up to hurriedly step out of his boxers completely and then pounced back on Chan’s lap latching on his lips again. Their dicks touching and rubbing.
“Yeah baby.” Chan breathed deeply, as he
reached behind to grab his dick and slip it under Minho, tapping it on his ass.
Minho bites his lip, with needy whines. He
picked himself up some more holding harder onto Chan’s shoulders, he aligned himself over hard Chan’s cock, and drops down on, pushing it inside. His eyes fluttering closed and his lips parting, moaning out. Chan has secret lube stashed there that’s what they were using to make the glide more slick and smooth.
“Fuck- ah Chan.” Minho felt how Chan used both hands to spread his cheeks out and thrust his cock in deeper. Minho gasps from the stretch and harshly dropped his head down Chan’s shoulder, biting at his shoulder.
“Ride baby.” Chan snickered. “Go ahead when you’re ready.”
Minho began to get his hips moving, having moans pour out his gaping mouth. He picked his head up, his nose touching Chan’s. “Oh Channie- hyung- oh my god fuck.”
Chan bites his lip grunting out, his hands grasping Minho’s mouth watering thighs, aka his favorite body part of his. That he confessed to, confident.
Here’s one of the many reasons why. Gosh yes he deserves this.
“Ahh yes- fuck there.” Minho whimpers as he hits his prostrate and that gets the pitch of his moans to rise and to pick his pace up. His glasses tipped over the side, yet still hanging on.
Chan sighs grazing his hands up slipping them in Minho’s hoodie feeling his body up.
Relishing the moment really savoring it ,and the mesmerizing sight. feeling Minho clench tight, taking him in so well. The way Minho’s piercings bounced around with his movements vigorously. So hot and mesmerizing. He goes for Minho’s neck kissing him and licking him there, on the side
Having Minho ride him so deliciously
after doing his hard 2 hour work as a producer, composer felt so fucking fantastic. Truly helped clear his mind and make him feel good. So fucking good.
Their lips come into contact, kissing sloppy.
Minho’s fingers grip tighter on Chan’s shoulders grabbing at the straps of his tank top, as he continues slamming him self down Chan’s cock. “Hyung- feels so good. So fucking good yes.”
“Yeah baby?” Chan asks teasingly, and started to raise his own hips to thrust upward matching Minho’s rhythm. He pulls Minho’s hoodie up and dove in to capture his nipple between his lips, licking and sucking.
“Fuck.” Minho shudders, out of his mind from the insane amount of pleasure. Chan’s dick so deep hitting that spot that sent buzzing tingles that Minho longed for.
His whimpers turned more needy and that was the sign he was close to his orgasm.
“Channie- I’m ah- ah-oh- ah.” Minho whined, and he bounced a lot more needy, his eyes closing tightly.
“I know baby.” Chan husked and he assists on pulling Minho down on his dick rapid.
Minho releases on Chan’s defined abdomen and drops his weight on Chan as the latter continues fucking up into him. Minho moaning into the crook of Chan’s neck,
letting Chan use him as much as he needs. To finish.
Chan came releasing all his cum inside Minho after bucking his hips one more time, groaning out loud. His heavy hard breathing joining Minho’s.
Minho lifts his head back up to lock his gaze with Chan’s. Their heavy breaths hitting their lips that shaped up into fond grins. They start to kiss lazily, not too breathless.
“I’m so fucking glad you texted saying you’d join me here.” Chan said
“Felt you deserved my company.” Minho replied, with a crooked smile.
“I’ll be always be grateful for it. For you.”
”Oh you better.”