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That'll be perfect, thank you.
[there's a smile in minsu's voice as he rests his head against junsu's. it's like they're connected everywhere that they touch.
matching outfits though. does anyone have a cuter best friend than minsu? he doesn't think so.]
[there's a smile in minsu's voice as he rests his head against junsu's. it's like they're connected everywhere that they touch.
matching outfits though. does anyone have a cuter best friend than minsu? he doesn't think so.]
[ junsu was hoping to hold off long enough for hojoon to come first, but it's not going to happen. when he leans back, junsu can see him. when he starts moving more quickly and roughly. each shift has the air knocked right out of junsu's lungs. he can feel him, when his hand is brought to touch. his fingers brush where hojoon's body is taking him in, the slick slide, the tightness there. he shudders hard, almost tipped over the edge.
instead he grips both of joon's hips, fingers leaving little red marks as he grips and thrusts up, quicker and rougher too, erratic because he's so close and he just wants to hear more of joon's breath, wants to see him fall apart with pleasure etched on his pretty, pretty face. ]
Fuck, Joon — [ he surges forward, guiding joon back so he's on his back, rock into him hard and fast. junsu doesn't last long enough to see joon through this, after that close call. he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. kisses joon but is too breathless, parted lips panting for air over his mouth. he fucks joon through his own orgasm and chokes on a cry as he buries himself deep and finishes, whimpering hojoon's name. he's out of breath and hardly recovered, having not stopped, but already going back to moving, hand dragging over hojoon's chest to fist his cock and stroke him as he does the best he can before he's too soft.
he's oversensitive, each shift making him whimper in pleasure, his hand tightening around joon and mumbling his name over and over as he noses over his jaw. ]
instead he grips both of joon's hips, fingers leaving little red marks as he grips and thrusts up, quicker and rougher too, erratic because he's so close and he just wants to hear more of joon's breath, wants to see him fall apart with pleasure etched on his pretty, pretty face. ]
Fuck, Joon — [ he surges forward, guiding joon back so he's on his back, rock into him hard and fast. junsu doesn't last long enough to see joon through this, after that close call. he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. kisses joon but is too breathless, parted lips panting for air over his mouth. he fucks joon through his own orgasm and chokes on a cry as he buries himself deep and finishes, whimpering hojoon's name. he's out of breath and hardly recovered, having not stopped, but already going back to moving, hand dragging over hojoon's chest to fist his cock and stroke him as he does the best he can before he's too soft.
he's oversensitive, each shift making him whimper in pleasure, his hand tightening around joon and mumbling his name over and over as he noses over his jaw. ]
[joon makes a startled sound when junsu's grip tightens on him, when he lays him back and starts fucking him without letting up. it gets no protest from him, far from it. each thrust starts punching a moan from somewhere deep inside of hojoon.
even when the pleasure is its most intense, joon can't close his eyes, can only stare up at how beautiful junsu is, how much this all is. it's not that he's never known passion, he has, but it wasn't like this. he tries to kiss him but it turns more into the both of them just trying to breathe, sweat stinging his eyes until he does close them. he brings one hand up to junsu's face, the other curling around the back of his neck. he wants to keep him close. not just for tonight.
it's overwhelming, there's nothing in the world that isn't junsu right now. his touch has joon bucking his hips, legs wrapping around junsu's waist until he feels him slide out, until he feels himself go hot and tight before it's over and his release is cooling between them.
hojoon pants to catch his breath, feeling good, better than he has in a long time, and trying to keep anything from intruding on that feeling.]
That was...
[sorry junsu, words are a little hard right now. but look at his face, into his eyes, and you'll understand.]
even when the pleasure is its most intense, joon can't close his eyes, can only stare up at how beautiful junsu is, how much this all is. it's not that he's never known passion, he has, but it wasn't like this. he tries to kiss him but it turns more into the both of them just trying to breathe, sweat stinging his eyes until he does close them. he brings one hand up to junsu's face, the other curling around the back of his neck. he wants to keep him close. not just for tonight.
it's overwhelming, there's nothing in the world that isn't junsu right now. his touch has joon bucking his hips, legs wrapping around junsu's waist until he feels him slide out, until he feels himself go hot and tight before it's over and his release is cooling between them.
hojoon pants to catch his breath, feeling good, better than he has in a long time, and trying to keep anything from intruding on that feeling.]
That was...
[sorry junsu, words are a little hard right now. but look at his face, into his eyes, and you'll understand.]
[ junsu's looking at his face, and into his eyes. and he understands. he's still breathing hard himself, recovering and having had the air punched out of him at the sight of joon like this. he's so pretty and handsome all at once. there's something delicate about him yet completely manly.
he can't help but smile down at him. ]
Yeah. [ he brushes hair that was sticking to joon's forehead away. ] It was.
[ a lot of words could be said, but they don't all work as well as the look in their eyes right now, or the way junsu tugs the comforter over them and snuggles in close, wrapping an arm around joon. ]
You're really... [ he starts, but then gets distracted kissing up hojoon's neck. ]
he can't help but smile down at him. ]
Yeah. [ he brushes hair that was sticking to joon's forehead away. ] It was.
[ a lot of words could be said, but they don't all work as well as the look in their eyes right now, or the way junsu tugs the comforter over them and snuggles in close, wrapping an arm around joon. ]
You're really... [ he starts, but then gets distracted kissing up hojoon's neck. ]
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