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I told you I was an asshole.
[joon smiles and kisses him again. he's in no hurry to rush this, even less so now. he watches junsu's every reaction, how open he is, how beautiful he is. he deserves better than someone like hojoon, who puts up walls and keeps himself chained to the past. but his heart ties itself into knots at the thought of giving him up.
he slides his hand along junsu's neck when he leans his head back, just feeling the pulse of his life. his other is still on his cock, a drag of fingers before he wraps his hand around him loosely. his strokes are slow, light, sometimes pausing to let junsu push up through his fist.]
Like I'm going to miss making and seeing you come. [joon's hand slides down his chest, pausing to tease his nipple.] I might have to do it twice.
[joon smiles and kisses him again. he's in no hurry to rush this, even less so now. he watches junsu's every reaction, how open he is, how beautiful he is. he deserves better than someone like hojoon, who puts up walls and keeps himself chained to the past. but his heart ties itself into knots at the thought of giving him up.
he slides his hand along junsu's neck when he leans his head back, just feeling the pulse of his life. his other is still on his cock, a drag of fingers before he wraps his hand around him loosely. his strokes are slow, light, sometimes pausing to let junsu push up through his fist.]
Like I'm going to miss making and seeing you come. [joon's hand slides down his chest, pausing to tease his nipple.] I might have to do it twice.
[ junsu thinks the next time they do this, he wants to see hojoon smile like that plenty. he wants to make him laugh as much as he wants to make him feel good. even through the haze of pleasure, the heat under his skin causing his skin to flush read and his hair to stick to his temples, he wants that. ]
I like it. S'hot.
[ junsu's fingers bury in his hair as he arches up into joon's fist whenever given the chance to do so, breathing loud and moaning, whispering joon's name. ]
You're hot. [ he's staring at him now, how he touches his nipple and teases him and makes his breathing hitch again. he's a tease, and playful, and it's kind of perfect and lovely and hotter than it should be. he catches joon's lips, body tensing, coiling as he tries to arch up faster, to get him to move his hand tighter and faster. ]
Please, m'close...
I like it. S'hot.
[ junsu's fingers bury in his hair as he arches up into joon's fist whenever given the chance to do so, breathing loud and moaning, whispering joon's name. ]
You're hot. [ he's staring at him now, how he touches his nipple and teases him and makes his breathing hitch again. he's a tease, and playful, and it's kind of perfect and lovely and hotter than it should be. he catches joon's lips, body tensing, coiling as he tries to arch up faster, to get him to move his hand tighter and faster. ]
Please, m'close...
[in truth, hojoon is a lot of good things. at times, mischievous, but also playful. he's sensual and protective, brave and loyal.
it's just that he's forgotten that he's those things, or can be. instead he's turned bitter and heartbroken, pessimistic and jealous. if you don't tend to the flowers, weeds will easily grow in their place.
his lips fall open when junsu moans his name. his breaths aren't as heavy, but he times them with the human's, moving a little with him too. his kiss is hungrier this time, messier. he can feel junsu growing more frantic, but he tightens his fist without moving it up and down too much. he has his reasons why he wants junsu to fuck through it, why he wants him to lift.
his free hand goes between his cheeks, finger brushing against his hole to tease him there too, feeling how he wants to open up and let him inside. joon kisses him harder one more time before moving to his neck. he wants to hear his sounds, wants to hear his name in junsu's wrecked voice as he comes.]
it's just that he's forgotten that he's those things, or can be. instead he's turned bitter and heartbroken, pessimistic and jealous. if you don't tend to the flowers, weeds will easily grow in their place.
his lips fall open when junsu moans his name. his breaths aren't as heavy, but he times them with the human's, moving a little with him too. his kiss is hungrier this time, messier. he can feel junsu growing more frantic, but he tightens his fist without moving it up and down too much. he has his reasons why he wants junsu to fuck through it, why he wants him to lift.
his free hand goes between his cheeks, finger brushing against his hole to tease him there too, feeling how he wants to open up and let him inside. joon kisses him harder one more time before moving to his neck. he wants to hear his sounds, wants to hear his name in junsu's wrecked voice as he comes.]
Ah...I'm not sure. I never really gave it much thought.
[minsu mumbles before settling at junus's side again, lifting the tips of his fingers to his mouth without actually biting his fingernails. everything the fantasy started, minsu would stop thinking about it, protecting himself.]
Actually, I've thought about it a lot. If it's not too much pressure, please surprise me!
[minsu mumbles before settling at junus's side again, lifting the tips of his fingers to his mouth without actually biting his fingernails. everything the fantasy started, minsu would stop thinking about it, protecting himself.]
Actually, I've thought about it a lot. If it's not too much pressure, please surprise me!
[ junsu sees these things. he does. it's what's so appealing about him, much more than the careful, distant blankness he falls back on. and he's so happy to see these things here, now. it's like hojoon has finally opened up instead of simply glancing over a cracked door.
he's gasping into the kiss but returning it with the same hungry, filthy neediness.
that's all it takes, the touch of his fingers as he fucks up into his hand, the suggestion there. he almost wants to tell hojoon to stop and fuck him, then, but he's too close, tipping over the edge already.
he comes with his fingers fisted in hojoon's hair and a cry of his name, said hoarse and croaked and like he's the one thing keeping him together at the moment. his body tenses and releases as he spills over joon's hand, chest heaving for air. ]
he's gasping into the kiss but returning it with the same hungry, filthy neediness.
that's all it takes, the touch of his fingers as he fucks up into his hand, the suggestion there. he almost wants to tell hojoon to stop and fuck him, then, but he's too close, tipping over the edge already.
he comes with his fingers fisted in hojoon's hair and a cry of his name, said hoarse and croaked and like he's the one thing keeping him together at the moment. his body tenses and releases as he spills over joon's hand, chest heaving for air. ]
[junsu's so hard in his fist. he can feel the heat of him, the pulse. all the signs of his body tell joon when it's happening. he draws back a little, mouth open, eyes bright at the sound of his name on the other's tongue. that alone would be enough to make him hard again.
but it affects more than just his body. it feels like his ribs are rattling with every beat of his heart, like it's demanding that joon free it. junsu needs to catch his breath, so he just brushes his lips along his cheekbone before he lays him back. just watching him softly as he recovers and comes back down to him.]
Is this for the bite earlier? [hojoon holds up his hand, junsu's release rolling over it.] I mark you, you mark me?
[joon turns his hand before any can drip off, looking into junsu's eyes as he licks across it.]
Alright. [and then, softer. affectionate.] Feeling okay?
but it affects more than just his body. it feels like his ribs are rattling with every beat of his heart, like it's demanding that joon free it. junsu needs to catch his breath, so he just brushes his lips along his cheekbone before he lays him back. just watching him softly as he recovers and comes back down to him.]
Is this for the bite earlier? [hojoon holds up his hand, junsu's release rolling over it.] I mark you, you mark me?
[joon turns his hand before any can drip off, looking into junsu's eyes as he licks across it.]
Alright. [and then, softer. affectionate.] Feeling okay?
[ watching joon lick the mess from his hand has him shuddering, making a little sound again. it's hot, even as he comes down from his orgasm, even as sweat cools at his temples. he doesn't take his eyes off of hojoon. smiles, sated and happy and fond, at the softness in his voice.
he's happy. hojoon let him in. ]
Feeling great. Really — really great.
[ he touches hojoon's face, smiling so much his eyes look closed. he leans up, wanting a smooch, but can't quite make it without moving more of his body, flops back down. his bottom lip juts out. ]
Kiss, please.
he's happy. hojoon let him in. ]
Feeling great. Really — really great.
[ he touches hojoon's face, smiling so much his eyes look closed. he leans up, wanting a smooch, but can't quite make it without moving more of his body, flops back down. his bottom lip juts out. ]
Kiss, please.
Since you said please.
[like he needed to say "please" at all. joon leans over him, kissing him slowly and feeling his heart swell and ache at the same time.
he settles over him, not resting the entirety of his weight on to of junsu. he spends a few minutes doing just this, kissing him without expectation to build to anything this time. kissing because he likes kissing him so much, and junsu wants him to, and hojoon never wants to stop.]
I really like you Junsu. [this is something he wants to tell him. this is something he needs to make clear, not realizing that it will lead to more confusion later.] I like you because you're human. I like you because you're you.
[like he needed to say "please" at all. joon leans over him, kissing him slowly and feeling his heart swell and ache at the same time.
he settles over him, not resting the entirety of his weight on to of junsu. he spends a few minutes doing just this, kissing him without expectation to build to anything this time. kissing because he likes kissing him so much, and junsu wants him to, and hojoon never wants to stop.]
I really like you Junsu. [this is something he wants to tell him. this is something he needs to make clear, not realizing that it will lead to more confusion later.] I like you because you're human. I like you because you're you.
[ this is... so nice. and hojoon is still there. it warms his heart, it reassures him, it lulls him into thinking things between them are going to change now. he kisses joon slow and soft and he memorizes everyone, so happy to get this when he thought it wouldn't really happen.
kisses from hojoon, who seems happy to be doing this. who seems to want to keep kissing him.
junsu's cheeks are flushed, his hand on hojoon's neck as he slowly breathes out. his heart is thudding. it's nice. there's warmth in his stomach. he loves that feeling with someone, at the start of things. being liked because he's human, because he's who he is, that hasn't happened to him in so long.
it's precious. this is special. ]
I like you too, Hojoon. [ he whispers, eyes on his. ] A lot. [ he wrinkles his nose, bumping it against hojoon's. ] Stay with me tonight?
kisses from hojoon, who seems happy to be doing this. who seems to want to keep kissing him.
junsu's cheeks are flushed, his hand on hojoon's neck as he slowly breathes out. his heart is thudding. it's nice. there's warmth in his stomach. he loves that feeling with someone, at the start of things. being liked because he's human, because he's who he is, that hasn't happened to him in so long.
it's precious. this is special. ]
I like you too, Hojoon. [ he whispers, eyes on his. ] A lot. [ he wrinkles his nose, bumping it against hojoon's. ] Stay with me tonight?
[he wants to tease him. he wants to joke about junsu being so forward, and what kind of a boy does he take him for? he thinks junsu would like that. he thinks he would laugh.]
Sure.
[that response comes out instead, with hojoon getting more comfortable on the bed, making a soft sound as he kisses him.]
Pretty sure I said I was going to make you come twice, after all.
[it'll be nice to have a few more hours to work on that. it'll be nice to have a few more hours with junsu. there's nothing that he wants more right now, and nothing that he wants less than for morning to come.]
Sorry you lost at your first game of go though.
Sure.
[that response comes out instead, with hojoon getting more comfortable on the bed, making a soft sound as he kisses him.]
Pretty sure I said I was going to make you come twice, after all.
[it'll be nice to have a few more hours to work on that. it'll be nice to have a few more hours with junsu. there's nothing that he wants more right now, and nothing that he wants less than for morning to come.]
Sorry you lost at your first game of go though.
[ junsu giggles, settling into the bed and pulling at the sheets so they can get comfortable. he's so happy hojoon isn't making excuses and going back to his room. his cheeks have a happy flush, round with his smile. ]
I kinda still feel like I won something.
[ his hand goes to hojoon's arm. that's his prize. he won!
he laughs again, hooking a leg over hojoon's. that's such an appealing idea, even as he's barely come down from joon's touches. he wonders what else they could get up to. how else joon would get him off. ]
That wasn't just a thing you were saying to turn me on? Interesting.
I kinda still feel like I won something.
[ his hand goes to hojoon's arm. that's his prize. he won!
he laughs again, hooking a leg over hojoon's. that's such an appealing idea, even as he's barely come down from joon's touches. he wonders what else they could get up to. how else joon would get him off. ]
That wasn't just a thing you were saying to turn me on? Interesting.
We didn't even really play!
[just a few moves, but he laughs at junsu's easy acceptance of defeat. but the suggestion that he won something anyway, that joon is a prize to him....
fuck. knowing that he deserves the pain won't make it hurt any less.
he puts it out of his mind, shaking his head while his hand rubs long junsu's thigh, desperate for more touches and kisses and orgasms too..]
It needs to always be at least twice. Just to make sure that first one wasn't a fluke or something.
[just a few moves, but he laughs at junsu's easy acceptance of defeat. but the suggestion that he won something anyway, that joon is a prize to him....
fuck. knowing that he deserves the pain won't make it hurt any less.
he puts it out of his mind, shaking his head while his hand rubs long junsu's thigh, desperate for more touches and kisses and orgasms too..]
It needs to always be at least twice. Just to make sure that first one wasn't a fluke or something.
[ junsu doesn't want to bring up that joon had looked out of it at times when he taught him, that it was this that made junsu direct them to doing something else.
he likes this moment too much. he even plays a long, going ahhh and looking illuminated. ]
I see, that makes sense. Totally logical stuff.
[ he scoots closer, humming happily at joon's touches. he feels completely spoiled with attention, with care. it's a nice feeling. ]
How would you go about this round two, then?
he likes this moment too much. he even plays a long, going ahhh and looking illuminated. ]
I see, that makes sense. Totally logical stuff.
[ he scoots closer, humming happily at joon's touches. he feels completely spoiled with attention, with care. it's a nice feeling. ]
How would you go about this round two, then?
[he deserves this, the care, the attention. junsu's beautiful when he smiles, and he deserves all the reasons in the world to do it. hojoon is apparently one of those reasons, if tonight is true.
to be thinking of denying him those things, of actually taking those smiles away...it makes joon want to burn himself to ash for the second time in his life. and there's a limit to what he can take, and mention of round two has him stuck for a moment. he knows what junsu likes, but right now, with the thoughts that are spiraling around inside his head, it feels more like taking than giving something to him.]
I think fucking me might be a good test. [because that's different. because that's joon offering himself, knowing and wanting to do it anyway. he looks over at junsu, playing with his hair and looking at his face for his reaction.] If you're into that. It's been awhile for me, over a year. It'd be nice to feel someone again.
[in more ways than one, really.]
to be thinking of denying him those things, of actually taking those smiles away...it makes joon want to burn himself to ash for the second time in his life. and there's a limit to what he can take, and mention of round two has him stuck for a moment. he knows what junsu likes, but right now, with the thoughts that are spiraling around inside his head, it feels more like taking than giving something to him.]
I think fucking me might be a good test. [because that's different. because that's joon offering himself, knowing and wanting to do it anyway. he looks over at junsu, playing with his hair and looking at his face for his reaction.] If you're into that. It's been awhile for me, over a year. It'd be nice to feel someone again.
[in more ways than one, really.]
[ junsu smiles, closing his eyes a moment as joon plays with his hair. when he opens his eyes, there's a bit of a spark there. he likes that idea. he'd like it no matter what, he but he likes that joon asked, that it's been a while but he wants junsu. he wants to do what joon would like the most. ]
I'm into that.
[ he shifts, rolling toward joon, half on top of him and holding himself up on a forearm over him. his head dips, lips finding joon's, noses brushing. ]
I want to make you feel really amazing.
I'm into that.
[ he shifts, rolling toward joon, half on top of him and holding himself up on a forearm over him. his head dips, lips finding joon's, noses brushing. ]
I want to make you feel really amazing.
Hey.
[ it's different now that myung's here. it felt hot and a little powerful to text about this, but now he's standing in them and myung's frozen, and junsu's cheeks flush slightly. he fidgets.
pouts, even, a bit impatient and needy. ]
Come touch me instead of standing there.
[ it's different now that myung's here. it felt hot and a little powerful to text about this, but now he's standing in them and myung's frozen, and junsu's cheeks flush slightly. he fidgets.
pouts, even, a bit impatient and needy. ]
Come touch me instead of standing there.
[ Myung feels a little dumbstruck for a moment, his heart hammering in his chest. He expected that he'd be pretty fucked by the mere image of Junsu in such panties, but he also, somehow, almost didn't expect it to happen at all. He thought Junsu would laugh the present off, kiss Myung, maybe, thank him, and then forget about it.
There was a part of him that was struggling to believe this was his life.
But then, Junsu makes that face, that face, and Myung steps fully into the room, kicking the door closed before he moves closer, reaching Junsu in just a few steps, immediately pressing himself against Junsu's back, one arm wrapping around his middle, his other hand cupping him through the panties.
He presses his lips to Junsu's shoulder. ]
Hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen.
There was a part of him that was struggling to believe this was his life.
But then, Junsu makes that face, that face, and Myung steps fully into the room, kicking the door closed before he moves closer, reaching Junsu in just a few steps, immediately pressing himself against Junsu's back, one arm wrapping around his middle, his other hand cupping him through the panties.
He presses his lips to Junsu's shoulder. ]
Hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen.
Really? Me?
[ he giggles, reaching his arm back to rest his hand on the back of myung's neck, pressing himself against his back, his barely covered ass over his crotch. he moans at the touch of his hand, breathless already. it's hot, to feel hot. to do something so simple that has such an effect on someone he cares about so much.
he feels sexy, and myung sounds like he's losing it, and junsu wants to see how much more of an effect he can have. ]
Thought I'd burst right through them if I got hard.
[ he giggles, reaching his arm back to rest his hand on the back of myung's neck, pressing himself against his back, his barely covered ass over his crotch. he moans at the touch of his hand, breathless already. it's hot, to feel hot. to do something so simple that has such an effect on someone he cares about so much.
he feels sexy, and myung sounds like he's losing it, and junsu wants to see how much more of an effect he can have. ]
Thought I'd burst right through them if I got hard.
[ Myung nods, his nose against Junsu's skin, looking down along his chest at his own hand, covering mesh and a cute tiny pink bow and Junsu's cock and, jesus fuck. He is way too weak for this.
Junsu is sexy, and Myung is definitely losing it. ]
I thought it'd be too much, the ass with the holes and the mesh but. Shit, no, you look perfect. I might genuinely destroy them, though, it does look like they're about to give up the ghost.
[ And how is he supposed to not try and get his fingers or his tongue or his dick past these holes at the back? He's not going to be able to resist. He trails his fingers down along Junsu's cock now, a little more intent, and rolls his hips against Junsu's ass, keeping him close with his other arm. ]
Would you mind? If they got ruined?
Junsu is sexy, and Myung is definitely losing it. ]
I thought it'd be too much, the ass with the holes and the mesh but. Shit, no, you look perfect. I might genuinely destroy them, though, it does look like they're about to give up the ghost.
[ And how is he supposed to not try and get his fingers or his tongue or his dick past these holes at the back? He's not going to be able to resist. He trails his fingers down along Junsu's cock now, a little more intent, and rolls his hips against Junsu's ass, keeping him close with his other arm. ]
Would you mind? If they got ruined?
I know you and I haven't really gone off on the best foot, and I'm sorry about that, I'm sorry I was not good enough, but
I beg of you
Don't hurt him.
[ If Junsu wasn't human, the words would be a lot harsher. There would be no pleading. But Junsu's human, and Junsu's soft inside. Hojin is just - terrified, in a way he's never been before. ]
I beg of you
Don't hurt him.
[ If Junsu wasn't human, the words would be a lot harsher. There would be no pleading. But Junsu's human, and Junsu's soft inside. Hojin is just - terrified, in a way he's never been before. ]
[ junsu keeps his mouth on him through it, until he's completely lax against the bed. he presses a few kisses along his softening length when he pulls off, giggles softly to himself. he really made myung fall apart, here, and he's so proud of himself and smug about it. ]
You okay, baby?
[ he kisses up his chest, licks at a nipple before settling at his side, watching him with a playful smile. ]
You okay, baby?
[ he kisses up his chest, licks at a nipple before settling at his side, watching him with a playful smile. ]
I didn't - understand. I wasn't able to read you the right way.
[ Not like Joon did. ]
I should have been more careful.
[ He's still not used to speaking to adults much. It's a whole new world, for him, and he's finding that he's honestly, pretty terrible at it.
It's hard not to type why can't you like me like that too afterwards, but he refrains, even if he has to shake one of his hands to stop the electricity he feels crackling there.
He's going to have to do something about that, and soon. ]
can you promise?
[ Not like Joon did. ]
I should have been more careful.
[ He's still not used to speaking to adults much. It's a whole new world, for him, and he's finding that he's honestly, pretty terrible at it.
It's hard not to type why can't you like me like that too afterwards, but he refrains, even if he has to shake one of his hands to stop the electricity he feels crackling there.
He's going to have to do something about that, and soon. ]
can you promise?
You could.
[he does, even without fucking him. without touching him. junsu makes him feel amazing, and sometimes it hurts too. maybe that's all a part of healing, joon wouldn't know. he hasn't tried.
hojoon closes his eyes, lets junsu kisses him as much as he wants. but the noses thing brings a smile to his lips.]
Are you turning into a fox now? Let me see how many tails you have.
[joon reaches a hand around, grabbing junsu's ass playfully.]
[he does, even without fucking him. without touching him. junsu makes him feel amazing, and sometimes it hurts too. maybe that's all a part of healing, joon wouldn't know. he hasn't tried.
hojoon closes his eyes, lets junsu kisses him as much as he wants. but the noses thing brings a smile to his lips.]
Are you turning into a fox now? Let me see how many tails you have.
[joon reaches a hand around, grabbing junsu's ass playfully.]
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