#chanuary

You blink. "What did you just say?" Chan continues to gently nibble on your collarbone; your bra has left the scene ages ago. "Show me how to touch you. I want you to like it." He offers you his hand. "So show me." You hesitate for a second. This is your first time being intimate with Chan, and despite dreaming of it for a long time, you cannot seem to shake off a certain inhibition. You haven't had that many sexual partners and have to admit that this man, this gorgeous creature in his shirtless glory, is making you nervous. His offer now, though, is incredibly sweet. You take a deep breath and reach for his hand before pulling it between your legs and guiding it into your panties. His hand is under yours, and as you move your middle finger to part your folds, so does his. He gasps. "You are so wet," he says, sounding almost in awe. You feel yourself blushing. "That's what you do to me," you admit shyly. Chan pushes himself up on his left elbow so he can reach your lips and kiss you gently. "You make me so hard, too, princess," he confesses, and as he leans closer to you - wow. Yup. You feel it. A gasp escapes you too. You move your hands up a bit until his fingers brush against your clit and you let a small moan fall from your lips. His attentive eyes snap to yours. "There?" he asks. You nod. He nods too and starts to stroke you with more determination. "Then let's see how good I can make you feel."

“Feels good,” you breathe back to him, and as he kisses your neck, you can feel him grinning against your skin. “Good,” he growls and bites down lightly, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV. “Because we are only getting started.”

Bodies. Heat. Sweat. Noise. Colourful lights. And behind you, against your back, the chest of the hottest guy you've ever seen. You've seen Chan before, sure, it's a small campus and a man like that? Draws your attention, to be sure. When your girls decided earlier in the week that the spring clubbing arranged by the art department sounded like fun, you were only semi-thrilled to join. Yes to dancing, but a definite no to freshmen throwing up. Still, their excitement got the better of you and soon you were happy to come along. Dolled up as you are in your sparkly black dress, you grind against Chan. You met in the queue in front of the club and he surprised you by knowing your name - a composing major knowing a dance major? Unlikely. You were smooth, though, taking it in stride and offering him a free lesson on the dancefloor. Cut to now. Chan's hands find your hips and he pulls you closer. Showing your approval, you loop an arm around his neck, drawing him in. He noses your throat, and you swear you can hear him growling. He spins you around and you, not phased by a partner's improvisation, hold on to his neck. "You're good at this, Channie," you purr, pushing against him. Is he hard? Jesus, is that what you are feeling? His smile is almost menacing in its feline elegance. "Want me to show you what else I'm good at?" His hand dances across your back and down to your ass, drawing you in even closer. Yes. He is hard. Intense eye contact. Then- "I live five minutes from here," you say and grab his hand. "Let's go."

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