[M] Chapter 4 (1/1)

Kissing him was everything you hoped it would feel like. A very distant imagination between friends really, but there were admittedly enough glances to his lips and predictions of the softness and pressure they could give, that would cross your abstaining mind for years. Smiling back at them had been your norm, meeting it with heat and saliva was not.

But fuck was it heaven.

The moment itself, was sparking through every muscle in your body. Your heart was giving its absolute, bleeding through your mouth to express the pain, the fustration for not knowing. Not knowing that Chris was choosing to suffer alot, and then laugh with you later. As much as you wanted to deepen the intimacy and experiment with the motions of your lips, you could only focus on waiting, waiting for Chan's to stop, trembling.

He gripped to you like he was never going to let go, every nerve on his face pulsing to meet the contact between your lips, the sharpest exhale was what left him last before releasing the kiss.

You were not going to get the chance to observe how Chan reacts to getting what he wanted, already leaving your line of sight to begin attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses, pushing your body again into the table with his weight. Every kiss burned and tingled in just the right ways, never failing to pull a whimper from you and an ectastic hum from the man in return. Your head spinned at the overwhelming mix of his scent, his warmth his adrenaline lurking around.

"Youre too good to me..too good." Chan praised with a husked throat through his saliva drawn lips on your collarbone, making sure to suck on it just enough to feel your squirms push him back. He took a brief moment to latch to your upper neck again, his breath blowing over your ear in what you felt was a growl. He halted his movenents with the tightest grip, impatiently rumaging his hands as if he was actually thinking of all the things he could do to you.

It dawned to you that you were prey sprawled so decedently on his table.

"Pants, off. Now."

You no longer felt hesitation to pull back into questioning what the fuck this was, hurriedly shimmying your sweatpants off your bottom till the waistband hugged your thighs. If Chan's blunt choice of words wasnt enough, you could feel his impatience setting into teething, subtle bites into your shoulder as his hands continue on your shirt where he left off.

Somehow, a dumb but propelling thought stopped you from pulling your pants off. As much as Chan's ectasy was rubbing on you, it wasnt enough to cloud away the mild insecurity.

As confident and cooperative as you are, this would be..the first time. Is this how you wanted to spend it? Youve rilled him up but thats as far as you know, what if you, mess up? What does it even mean to mess up, does he like, ditch you butt naked? You were also not, prepared in any way for something like this, you're not even sure what needs to be prepared anyway. Fuck this could end in a nightmare of a first time, Chan could definitely figure out your innocence and stupidity in seconds, maybe thats how the friendship ends, with a turned off Chan-

"Hey."

You feel a burn on your forehead set in, not even registering when it was flicked. How long has it been since you zoned out with your hands still trembling on your waistband? You somehow needed to "refocus" your eyes to Chan, now hovering over you so intimately, noting that he finished his work on your clothes on top. The nakedness suddenly kicks in, instinctively making you hunch in for cover.

"Uuh, yeah sorry I was just thinking maybe I should do s