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‘Going slow’ worked for as long as autumn and winter lasted.
Seungmin found the notion of it endearing — dating Chan, sharing nothing but held hands and kisses on the cheek or forehead in public, maybe something heavier between their mouths in private. Chan desired to emphasize how serious he was about Seungmin, waiting through the months for the right moment to progress.
And Seungmin was fine with that. He had excellent composure and no need to go beyond what Chan had wanted. It was sweet to be so cared for, he thinks.
And then spring hit.
Spring brought about the return of warm enough weather to shed excess layers of clothing, scarves and beanies. Seungmin was back in shorts and Chan was back in flip flops, and the weather was finally hot enough to return to their friend they’d visited for countless hours — the ocean. A certain sentimentality always urged them to take walks across the sand, aware that their relationship had begun right here.
And Chan could surf again. Seungmin loved to watch him ride his board along the waves, ever impressed with his skill to stay steady, sometimes getting as much time atop it as Felix typically boasted.
Seungmin’s always content to sit in the sand and watch. He loves watching, absorbing every detail either with raw sight or through the view of his camcorder, made all the more obsessed with his little hobby once he knew Chan certainly didn’t mind being so closely observed. If anything, he liked it.
And fuck, Seungmin did too. He loved tracing the lines of tanned skin raised by his numerous veins that went from the back of his palm and up to his inked forearms, the many coils of his curly, chocolate hair, the perfect plumpness of his snake-bitten lips..
And on days like today, he could so easily admire his body in that fucking skin-tight wetsuit. You couldn’t get Seungmin to pull his eyes off the muscled curves of his body if you tried, he was that transfixed. Chan had a form and face so easy to be mesmerized by, always stealing Seungmin’s attention away from anything else when they were in proximity of each other.
Seungmin’s so hypnotized by him, in fact, that he doesn’t register Chan coming back on the beach and approaching him until his name is called.
“Seungmin! Babe!” Chan happily cries, cupping his hands around his mouth. “The water’s so nice! You should come in!”
“I don’t wanna leave my baby!” Seungmin shouts back, wiggling the camcorder in his grip.
Chan playfully glares as he comes closer, and what a sight; imposing and sculpted as he stands before Seungmin, combing wet strands of his hair off his forehead, dripping. He sends a murderous glance down to Seungmin’s camcorder before letting his eyes dance back to his boyfriend with a brow raised in challenge.
“Thought I was your baby,” he huffs.
Seungmin smirks. “You are — the human one, anyway.”
“Nah, I see how it is,” Chan jokes, kneeling down to pluck the camcorder from Seungmin and hide it under the towel they’d brought before refocusing his attention back on his boyfriend. “I’ve got competition, huh? I deserve to spend some time with you too, babe.”
And before Seungmin knows it, Chan is grabbing him and hoisting him over one shoulder. Seungmin releases a wheezed chorus of hey’s that grow progressively louder as he’s carried towards the waves, and Chan merely laughs it off, giving Seungmin some playful pats on the butt — Seungmin’s thoroughly convinced Chan picked up the butt fixation from Minho. Seungmin, on the other hand, believes he got his fascination with strength from Felix and Hyunjin’s obvious obsession with Changbin’s physique; they never shut up about it, constantly held in his embrace or idly squeezing at his biceps when he folded his arms.
Seungmin can’t help it, really. He can’t help but notice how easily Chan flung him over his shoulder, or how firm his tattooed arms felt when he was protectively caged in them whenever they cuddled. His boyfriend barely had to put in any effort to tug him into embraces, always smirking when he knew Seungmin complied so pliantly, so instantaneously.
He almost gets lost in the thought until he’s tossed with an excited shriek into the turquoise waters.
*
After their day at the beach, they decided to head back to Chan and Minho’s apartment. Minho was out on his own date with Jisung, likely reduced to pawing at each other in some dirty bathroom by now. Every time Seungmin voices his lack of understanding how they endure the filth, Chan always reminds him that it probably adds to the ‘fun’ for them.
Seungmin couldn’t deny that it was entertaining to engage in light gossip about their friend group with his boyfriend. They were both so observant and caring, always perceptive of their fellow skaters and bandmates to the point where they could probably predict what was going to happen before it even had.
Since they knew Jisung and Minho were out, they probably wouldn’t be getting home until late. It gave Seungmin and Chan some alone time, so.. movies? Or maybe they could go out to dinner?
Chan had booked it into his room once they got back, and Seungmin beelined for the bathroom, mulling over any good restaurants he could think of in the area that they hadn’t been to already. He’s thinking about it as he washes his hands and makes way for Chan’s room, so comfortable at this place now that he doesn’t knock before entering anymore.
Maybe that was a habit he shouldn’t have broken.
With a soft gasp, Seungmin catches Chan just as he pulls a fresh, dry pair of boxers over his ass. Seungmin only got a quick glimpse — stark tan lines left it slightly lighter than the rest of him, just as curved and full as his muscles. Fuck.
No matter how many times Seungmin blinks, the image of it manages to burn itself into his retinas. Chan’s nearly fucking naked in front of me, his mind unhelpfully narrates as he blinks his view down to the damp wetsuit draped over the back of a desk chair, then to the jeans and shirt he had laid out on the bed, probably prepared to put them on. So much skin. What does it feel like?
“Shit, sorry,” Seungmin whispers out, hand frozen around the doorknob. He blinks down to his own camcorder that’d been placed on the nightstand and gulps. “I should’ve, I’m, uh..”
As he finally regains motor function, Chan is turning to face him and Seungmin’s eyes dip to the vague trail of hair leading from beneath his belly button down past the hem of his underwear and fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit. Breathy laughter punches out of his nose and he softly shakes his head, finally willing the muscle in his grip to begin pulling the door shut.
“What’s wrong?” Chan asks too casually. “Do you not like what you see?”
Seungmin swings the door back open and death glares his boyfriend. “That’s not funny and entirely untrue,” Seungmin huffs, grateful he has enough remaining composure to keep his eyes on Chan’s and not anything temptingly beneath. “I.. I like it too much.”
“Then why aren’t you looking?” Chan wonders with an innocent tilt of his head, smirking. His eyes briefly wander to the bed, then back to Seungmin. “C’mere, sit down.”
Fuck, was this real life? Was.. this happening now? Seungmin supposes his boyfriend, despite taking their relationship seriously, had a streak for being spontaneous and an absolute tease in the more sexual realm of things. They only ever briefly talked about fucking, usually in jest in regards to their friends, but Seungmin had a hunch — most of the time, if their makeout sessions got a little too touchy and heated, Chan loved to make Seungmin beg before stopping entirely. Challenging Seungmin’s sexual patience seemed to be a favorite pastime of his more recently, and now.. god, it’s surreal to comprehend, but Seungmin finally feels as though he’s getting rewarded for it.
So he’s tentative as he walks in and closes the door behind him, the tension only heightening when he warily locks the door and receives Chan’s nod of approval. Seungmin gulps yet again as he wanders to the side of the bed and sits down, finally feeling himself slip into something less controlled being this close to his almost-nude boyfriend when his eyes dip lower for the briefest moment, wandering to between the dusted brown buds of his nipples before they fly up again. Shit.
“You can look,” Chan purrs out calmly. He comes forward until his legs nearly lock against Seungmin’s, putting himself on display.
God, he was stunning. Seungmin can hardly handle getting to suddenly have this all at once, being allowed to stare at even more than he already did most days. No matter how much he loved witnessing Chan, be it surfing or performing or even doing the typical day-to-day shit, he never seemed to get bored of him.. and this was absolutely the opposite of boring, getting to leer at miles of unmarked skin, so close and warm, hitting Seungmin’s senses with natural musk and the traces of salt from their time in the ocean.
“What’s your favorite part?” Chan wonders, voice delicate.
Seungmin glances back up to his waiting, dark eyes, feeling his own widen. “What?”
“Your favorite part of my body,” Chan utters, wetting his lips. Seungmin’s eyes fell to them, how the light coating of spit made them look plump and glossy.
Seungmin could say his lips and it wouldn’t be wrong, per se. He could say his face altogether; Chan is the most handsome man Seungmin’s ever seen, a fact truly solidified when they started dating and thusly belonged to each other. Every part of him was perfect, really, so it was really a matter of Seungmin’s personal taste, and..
Seungmin’s left hand lifts to hold Chan’s right, letting his gaze drop to it. He pets the pad of his thumb and feels the risen skin from the numerous veins, glances at the ridges of his knuckles, the pretty length of his fingers..
“My hands?” Chan fondly answers. “You see those every day.”
“I know,” Seungmin replies with awe, earning him some gentle amusement from Chan. Seungmin continues to look at it with rapt interest, inspired to confess. “I.. I have a thing for them.”
“A kink?” Chan supplies, and blush suddenly begins to threaten Seungmin’s cheeks with blooming warmth. He nods, and this is suddenly the most they’ve ever opened up to each other about anything inherently dirty.
“Just for yours,” Seungmin admits. “The day I met you, watching them while you played guitar, I.. I dunno, there’s just something about them that’s so..”
“Fascinating?” Chan wonders.
“..Sexy,” Seungmin corrects, finally lifting his eyes back to Chan’s. He’s smirking again, one corner of those wetted lips bent with that same air of teasing he loved to possess whenever things got heated.
“In that case..” Chan mutters, and Seungmin suddenly feels Chan’s right hand lifting within his loose grip. He raised it so it was allowed to hover in front of Seungmin’s face — in front of his mouth. “Open.”
Fucking hell.
Seungmin complies to the order, slowly allowing his lips to separate. Heat immediately engulfs his lower stomach when those gorgeous fingers — the index and middle — slip inside, progressively taking the length of them until Chan saw them disappear inside Seungmin’s mouth, hilted at the knuckles.
It’s unseen, but Chan begins softly petting the pad of them on Seungmin’s tongue, and Seungmin’s lids threaten to go heavy with the taste of it. Tentatively, his own hand slips away from Chan’s wrist so he could fist the sheets on either side of him with the onset of arousal.
He can’t help himself from sucking. They felt so good sitting on his tongue, he just had to.
“Fuck,” Chan breathily curses at the feeling. “Take my fingers so good, don’t you?”
Seungmin moans around his fingers, finally allowing his lids to slip shut. He sucks more enthusiastically, scissoring them apart with his tongue, appreciating the sculpt of them with every lewd lick against them, coating them in his saliva.
“Is this turning you on?” Chan asks, whispering wonder in his tone.
Seungmin nods around his fingers, and he doesn’t expect the sudden second hand that comes up to clutch a handful of hair at the back of his head, keeping him in place.
“Look at me,” Chan gently commands. “Wanna see what you look like when I fuck them into you.”
Holy shit. Seungmin is quick to obey, lids fluttering open to look up at his boyfriend’s darkened features — he looks turned on too, given how his gaze has blown and remains fixated on Seungmin’s lips, even as he pulls his fingers out to the tips before thrusting them back into Seungmin’s mouth.
Seungmin whines around them, pressing his thighs impossibly together; he was so turned on that the ache in his cock was beginning to hurt, throb after throb gifting the front of his underwear a sticky mess of pre-cum on every new thrust of those fingers past his lips. Chan eventually shoves his ring finger in as well, getting this mischievous glint in his eye on the few times he gets his boyfriend to gag on him.
“So pretty,” Chan murmurs, holding Seungmin still by the hair as the fingers grow progressively meaner. And Seungmin’s just forced to take and take, looking up to Chan with wide and willing eyes. “God, you’re gonna look beautiful when I finally put my cock in your mouth.”
Seungmin downright moans at that, and his eyes finally dip to the cock in question — Chan’s filled out in his boxers, tented at the front and undoubtedly leaking pre-cum of his own. When Seungmin’s eyes lift back up, so does his hand, and he boldly presses it forward to squeeze the clothed length of his shaft.
Chan curses again, his own lids threatening to shut at the feeling, humming a little ‘mhm’ trapped behind those pillowy lips.
They both eventually know that they could only go on teasing like this for so long before it has to stop. When Chan eventually loosens his grip and pulls his fingers out.. they’re dripping. Glossy with spit, Chan briefly webs them apart before looking down at Seungmin with utter want in his gaze, and that’s when Seungmin realizes that they’re definitely not stopping this time.
“I’ve got an idea,” Chan says, climbing onto the bed and knee crawling until he was sitting up near the pillows with his back to the headboard. “Take your pants and underwear off, baby.”
Seungmin hesitates. “Are you sure?” he gulps, voice a touch scratchier than before. “You want this? Today?”
Chan gives him a resolute nod, making himself comfortable. “If I didn’t want you to walk in on me, I would’ve locked the door.”
Oh my god. So his affinity for butts and the scheming — two things he adopted from Minho, now. Seungmin can only send him a fond glare and shake of his head before standing to undo his jeans and slide them down alongside his boxers, willing away the little spike of anxiety now that he knows his boyfriend is going to finally be seeing his dick for the first time. He trusts Chan, and Chan clearly trusts him, so there was no need for worry, here.. aside from what Chan’s plan seemed to be, anyway.
Chan’s moved his fresh set of clothes off the bed by the time Seungmin’s coming over, and Chan makes it apparent that he wants Seungmin in his lap given how he pats it invitingly. So Seungmin ambles between his boyfriend’s legs, cock out and waiting, about to sit with his back to Chan’s front.
“So pretty,” Chan reminds him once he’s sat, nuzzling his nape, likely able to see all of Seungmin over his shoulder. He presses kisses into his hair as Seungmin gets comfortable himself, and he stills when the next words are purred out. “Can’t wait to get my hands all over you..”
Chan was going to give Seungmin a handjob.
Fuck.
Seungmin can’t help but curse under his breath, and Chan smiles into the back of his neck.
“That’s not all I wanna do, though,” he continues without further explanation. Before Seungmin can ask what he means, Chan is shifting behind him — leaning towards the nightstand.
Grabbing the camcorder.
Oh, shit.
“Want you to record it,” Chan confesses, passing it off to a slack-jawed Seungmin. “Would you like that, baby? Footage of my hands all over your cock? Wouldn’t have to share it with anyone, just for your eyes to see.. I know how much you love watching.”
Seungmin dumbly nods, flipping the monitor open and turning it on as his wordless declaration of enthusiasm. Chan hums behind him, satisfied with his own idea, and spits into his already saliva-coated hand.
Seungmin looks through the screen, trained on his own cock. The little REC symbol and pulsing red dot signaled that it was being recorded, a half-full battery indicating that he’d definitely be able to film all of this. God, he couldn’t believe this was happening — he figured Chan wouldn’t mind his love for recording and hand kink, but he was so willingly feeding into them the moment things progressed beyond second base. It was just like him, too.. to be so caring and attentive, eager to please Seungmin (and himself, given the boner nudged against his ass) however he could.
Seungmin anticipates the wet hand coming into view, feeling how Chan hooks his chin over his shoulder to watch as well. They both see the way it envelopes Seungmin’s length, filthy yet gorgeous fingers curling around him and eliciting a few beginning tugs to coat him in their combined spit.
“Oh, fuck,” Seungmin breathes, immediately relaxing in Chan’s hold at the delicious wetness beginning to hug him. “So warm..”
Chan simply hums from behind, able to jerk off Seungmin how he would himself thanks to the angle. His pumps are the perfect speed and the squeeze is just right, and the buildup of tension from earlier coupled with the fact he was getting to record this has the threat of orgasm already building deep within his core.
“Feel good, baby?” Chan murmurs to him, teasingly running his palm over his tip and expecting that pleased hiss to come from Seungmin, humming a smirk against his skin. “Am I making my baby feel good? Taking care of him?”
“So good, yeah,” Seungmin sighs, but it turns into a groan when a second, dry hand begins to gently massage his balls. “Fuck, gonna make me come too soon.”
“S’okay,” Chan lilts. “I’ll just make you come again, and again, and again.. fuck, I won’t be able to stop fucking you once we start.”
Seungmin groans again at that, earning Chan’s curiosity. “Yeah?” Chan teases. “You like that, babe? Want me to fuck you after you come all over my hand? Keep watching, don’t take your eyes off that screen for one fucking second.”
The tugs speed up, wrist flicking with it. God, Seungmin can barely handle the sight, feeling that rise of throbbing heat at the base of his cock, warning that it’ll spill over soon. But he can’t stop looking, even as his lids weigh with arousal and his hand struggles to stay trained on the sight of his tip disappearing and reappearing in the ring of that wet, beautiful fist.
“God, fuck, m’coming,” Seungmin whines out just as foggy white spurts itself all over Chan’s hand that continues to milk him through it. “Fuck, oh my god.”
“Good boy,” Chan whispers, drinking in all the pleased whimpers as he strokes him. It’s making such a mess of his hand, glazing over the back of his hand in rivulets, wetting his veins and the bone of his wrist until he’s absolutely coated. “Giving me all the lube I need to open you up.. such a good boy..”
And he does. Chan orders Seungmin on his hands and knees so he can fuck Seungmin’s cum back into him, and Chan uses his dry hand to hold the camcorder and film it himself since he also seemed to get off on the idea of having all of this recorded.
“S’my first time being inside you,” Chan says to the camcorder, panning down to where he pulls his own cock out of his boxers and lightly smacks it over Seungmin’s prepped, waiting hole. “Wanna capture the way I open you up.”
“Fuck,” Seungmin curses through grinding teeth when he finally feels Chan’s length insisting against his rim, groaning into the clutched sheets when he’s steadily going inside. He feels big, and it makes Seungmin feel impossibly full as he forces himself deeper, the slick of spit and cum causing little effort for Chan to bury himself in his boyfriend.
“So tight..” Chan utters, showing the camcorder where his cock had been fully sheathed inside Seungmin. He’s slow to pull out, revealing how his length had been coated in their combined mess before pressing his hips forward again. “Fuck, this looks so hot.”
It’s not long before Chan begins fucking him in earnest, and the audio of the footage will undeniably pick up the rhythmic slapping of skin, Chan’s low groans and Seungmin’s muffled whines where he’d buried his face in the sheets. It’ll also capture the way Chan’s filth-coated hand lovingly squeezes Seungmin’s hip, keeping him stable for when Chan decides to tease his cock slowly out of Seungmin’s entrance — right when the tip catches on the rim — before slamming back into him on a cursing hiss of pleasure.
Seungmin gets lost in it, loving the way Chan’s length rubs against his prostate at the perfect angle every time he drives himself back in. He can’t stop babbling about how good it feels, how perfect Chan’s cock is, and he swears Chan guides the camcorder to catch his flushed, fucked out face more than once. His hand kneads his hip tenderly in the moments where he slows down to savor the feeling of Seungmin hugging around him, the way he squeezes in those precious seconds where he simply keeps his cock buried deep inside.
“M’gonna..” Seungmin gulps, having to wet his lips from how the panting had dried them out. His voice has gone slurred and drunk with the threat of a second orgasm — multiple, just like Chan said he’d get. “M’gonna suck you off one day while you.. watch this footage back..”
“Shit,” Chan airily laughs. “You’re fucking perfect, baby.” And then Chan uses his free hand to ride Seungmin’s shirt up towards his neck, putting his naked back on display. “Look at all this.. so perfect for me, taking my cock so well.”
Orgasm threatens Seungmin again with the praise, swirling that throbbing heat back towards the base of his cock. His moans grow progressively longer and louder again, spurred on even more by the sounds of approaching climax from his boyfriend behind him; it’s his first time hearing Chan’s pleasure, and it sounds fucking sinful. His dirty talk is growling and teasing, talking about how he’s gonna fuck his cum into Seungmin, how Seungmin’s gonna be a good boy and take all of it, how he’s gonna show the camera the way it looks dripping from him.
That last part has Seungmin begging for it, pleading into the sheets about how badly he needs it, and that’s what sends them both over.
Seungmin cries with pleasure as he’s filled, feeling the warmth fucked deeper into him as his own makes a wet mess in the sheets beneath his cock. Chan makes sure to film how the cum coats his cock as he continues to thrust into him, growing progressively slower with them until he’s finally freed his cock and allows his release to begin dripping out of Seungmin. It’s a slow, viscous crawl past his rim, and Seungmin can feel it drip down to his sac.
“Fuck, look at you..” Chan whispers to the camcorder, making sure to catch it all. His free hand gently pulls one of his asscheeks out of the way for a better view of his leaking entrance, capturing just how filthy Chan had made him.
Seungmin feels somehow weightless yet not, mindless yet cognizant. Try as he might to rise off his forearms to kiss Chan or begin cleaning himself up, he can’t seem to inspire anything further than twisting his face to look over his shoulder.
He’d taught Chan how to work the camcorder a while ago, so he knew how to go back and watch the footage they’d just recorded. He can hear his own voice within the device, the wet squelches of Chan jerking him off, and notices how his boyfriend’s limpening, wet cock twitches once again in interest.
“Fuck, I’m gonna get hard again,” Chan breathily laughs. He sends Seungmin a fond glance, eyes warm with affection and burning with lust, and a smirk lifts one corner of those pillowy lips. “Round three?”
Seungmin’s body gently shakes with silent laughter, playfully whining into the sheets, and there’s only one truth on his mind.
That was one hell of a first time.