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Chan's breathing is shaky. He's honestly feeling a little overwhelmed right now, too, but not because of any of the negative emotions Minho is referring to. Rather than that, it's because of the swirl of warmth in his belly from Minho's touches as well as from the notion that Minho had worried about him. That Minho is familiar enough with Chan's insecurities and complexes that he knows Chan could have possibly been affected by this. Suddenly, Chan has to blink moisture out of his eyes. “I swear I'm fine,” he manages. He whines and jolts when Minho finds a particularly sore spot on his lower back. “Really. I know you love me. I know.”
Minho is silent for a while. He focuses his ministrations on that same tender knot low on Chan's back, right above the waistband of his underwear. Chan is practically panting, squirming against the sheets. “I'm going to show you how much,” Minho says, and before Chan can even begin to consider what he means, Minho grinds down, the hard line of his dick sliding right between Chan's asscheeks, and Chan's brain liquefies.