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[ junsu's been thinking about this since they talked about it. he'd wanted a date since learning about kwang and ten, wanting to feel like he had someone special, too, and here he is.
on a date.
with kwang, of all people. he's so happy. it makes it easier to forget that kwang has ten and that he'll always be a little less in kwang's eyes for it. it's not fair, comparing like that, but he can't help it. he's too scared not to, self-preservation coming first even when it's a matter of his own feelings. because he likes kwang. a lot.
he puts an arm around kwang's lower back when he puts one around his shoulder, smiling. ]
Maybe... books first? [ he likes the idea of having coffee after, discussing each other's choices, maybe ending up reading next to each other for a bit, comfortable. but if kwang wants to get coffee first, he'll do that happily, too. it's clear from his answer he's flexible.
though he has to ask. ]
You could really fly us?
on a date.
with kwang, of all people. he's so happy. it makes it easier to forget that kwang has ten and that he'll always be a little less in kwang's eyes for it. it's not fair, comparing like that, but he can't help it. he's too scared not to, self-preservation coming first even when it's a matter of his own feelings. because he likes kwang. a lot.
he puts an arm around kwang's lower back when he puts one around his shoulder, smiling. ]
Maybe... books first? [ he likes the idea of having coffee after, discussing each other's choices, maybe ending up reading next to each other for a bit, comfortable. but if kwang wants to get coffee first, he'll do that happily, too. it's clear from his answer he's flexible.
though he has to ask. ]
You could really fly us?
[ it's so thrilling, feeling that spark of want in others. myung is touching him like he's holding back, was kissing him like he was holding back, and as much as junsu loves that tension, loves to feel being wanted so much the other person tries to take it easy — he doesn't want myung to hold back. he wants to lose himself in this with him, as someone who's been kind to him and listened to him. ]
As much as you want.
[ his eyes are locked with myung's, own cheeks a little flushed with anticipation. his fingers curl around myung's wrist, guiding his hand higher up his chest. ]
Anywhere. [ now he guides his hand lower, lower, the implication clear. ]
As much as you want.
[ his eyes are locked with myung's, own cheeks a little flushed with anticipation. his fingers curl around myung's wrist, guiding his hand higher up his chest. ]
Anywhere. [ now he guides his hand lower, lower, the implication clear. ]
[ He'd come in, expecting a little makeout session, a bit of groping maybe, at best, but not that. Not this slow build-up, not the two of them looking at each other quite like that (he wasn't joking; Junsu's eyes are intense), not his hands being guided down to Junsu's crotch.
Myung swallows visibly, around the beat of his heart that's suddenly skyrocketed in his chest, and he nods. They did talk about nipples, didn't they? With a newfound determination, Myung moves one hand up Junsu's chest again, the goal obviously to gather his shirt under his arms, exposing him, while his other hand moves down, pressing the heel of his hand against the other's crotch, rubbing through the fabric of his pants.
And then he leans down again, mouth finding a nipple immediately, tongue flicking against it as his fingers brush against the other one. ]
Myung swallows visibly, around the beat of his heart that's suddenly skyrocketed in his chest, and he nods. They did talk about nipples, didn't they? With a newfound determination, Myung moves one hand up Junsu's chest again, the goal obviously to gather his shirt under his arms, exposing him, while his other hand moves down, pressing the heel of his hand against the other's crotch, rubbing through the fabric of his pants.
And then he leans down again, mouth finding a nipple immediately, tongue flicking against it as his fingers brush against the other one. ]
[ Kwang doesn't compare. There's no competition, in his eyes; it isn't how his heart works. He just feels what he feels, for Ten, for Junsu, for Rook. It feels like different streams of feeling that don't cross over. He can love Ten, and he can love Junsu, and he can learn to trust Rook. Junsu's no lesser than Ten, in Kwang's eyes, but of course, he has no idea that this is something he should say.
He can only just be himself, and show Junsu how much he does care.
With a nod, he points towards a side street. The city, these days, is not much more than a few blocks wide, most of it concentrated where downtown used to strive, now surviving more than anything else. But Kwang knows of a small bookstore still tucked in between two other stores on the next street over. ] Books first. Tell me, what makes you such an avid reader?
[ The question is completely earnest, as is his smile when he answers Junsu's. ]
Technically. But I'd need to find a spell for you to be able to withstand the heat. When my wings are out, I... run hot.
[ An understatement. ]
He can only just be himself, and show Junsu how much he does care.
With a nod, he points towards a side street. The city, these days, is not much more than a few blocks wide, most of it concentrated where downtown used to strive, now surviving more than anything else. But Kwang knows of a small bookstore still tucked in between two other stores on the next street over. ] Books first. Tell me, what makes you such an avid reader?
[ The question is completely earnest, as is his smile when he answers Junsu's. ]
Technically. But I'd need to find a spell for you to be able to withstand the heat. When my wings are out, I... run hot.
[ An understatement. ]
[ junsu would have found that newfound determination cute, if he'd had enough time to process it before myung was touching him like that. as it is, he takes his breath away. it hitches, a soft sound escaping his parted lips when myung's attention goes to his nipples. he arches his back a little, chest lifting off the bed to encourage him, hand curling at the back of his head.
he parts his legs, too, making more room for more touch. ]
he parts his legs, too, making more room for more touch. ]
[ If there's one thing about Myung, it's that he's very, very dexterous. Which shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows him, of course, but can still be when he applies it to moments like this one, where he quickly, efficiently opens Junsu's jeans with quick fingers, sliding the zipper down to slip his hand past without wasting any more time.
He lets out a soft noise against Junsu's nipple when he finds that he's not wearing any underwear - easy access, he's all for it, which is only one of the few reasons why he usually doesn't wear any himself - and he wraps his hand around Junsu's cock as he switches nipples, feeling like he probably looks like an intense game of Twister, right now.
Not that he cares. He's been told to touch, so... he's touching. ]
He lets out a soft noise against Junsu's nipple when he finds that he's not wearing any underwear - easy access, he's all for it, which is only one of the few reasons why he usually doesn't wear any himself - and he wraps his hand around Junsu's cock as he switches nipples, feeling like he probably looks like an intense game of Twister, right now.
Not that he cares. He's been told to touch, so... he's touching. ]
[ junsu laughs, a bit playful. ]
You're already hot as it is, darling.
[ dates are for flirting right?? so he's going to flirt. but they're also about learning about each other, so he'll answer kwang's questions truthfully. even if it's stuff he doesn't usually talk about much.
it's not that he doesn't want to. people usually don't ask. ]
When I was kid, books were how I escaped. They would take me all sorts of places, and when I read them I could be a hero.
[ he shrugs, trying to downplay how important that had been to him, how much of his identity is based on wanting to be like the heroes of his fantasy and science fiction books, with magic powers and bonds stronger than anything. ]
It stuck. I'll read anything, as long as it's fiction.
You're already hot as it is, darling.
[ dates are for flirting right?? so he's going to flirt. but they're also about learning about each other, so he'll answer kwang's questions truthfully. even if it's stuff he doesn't usually talk about much.
it's not that he doesn't want to. people usually don't ask. ]
When I was kid, books were how I escaped. They would take me all sorts of places, and when I read them I could be a hero.
[ he shrugs, trying to downplay how important that had been to him, how much of his identity is based on wanting to be like the heroes of his fantasy and science fiction books, with magic powers and bonds stronger than anything. ]
It stuck. I'll read anything, as long as it's fiction.
[ Kwang laughs right back, his fingers playing with the collar of Junsu's jacket. ]
Thanks, babe, but I mean - literally. My blood turns to fire, when the wings are out, and it increases my body temperature very significantly.
[ It's no joke. Kwang definitely doesn't want to burn anyone, least of all Junsu.
They emerge onto the right street as Junsu talks, and Kwang bites the inside of his lip for a moment, wondering if he should push with it, or not. ]
Did you need to escape? [ There are so many times Kwang wishes he had this ability, to lose himself into a book like this. It sounds magical, in ways he can't imagine. ] I don't think you need to be anyone special, to be a hero. It's your own story, and you're writing it every day. You can be whatever you want to be.
[ He points to the little bookstore, a few yards down. ] It's over there.
Thanks, babe, but I mean - literally. My blood turns to fire, when the wings are out, and it increases my body temperature very significantly.
[ It's no joke. Kwang definitely doesn't want to burn anyone, least of all Junsu.
They emerge onto the right street as Junsu talks, and Kwang bites the inside of his lip for a moment, wondering if he should push with it, or not. ]
Did you need to escape? [ There are so many times Kwang wishes he had this ability, to lose himself into a book like this. It sounds magical, in ways he can't imagine. ] I don't think you need to be anyone special, to be a hero. It's your own story, and you're writing it every day. You can be whatever you want to be.
[ He points to the little bookstore, a few yards down. ] It's over there.
[ his heart shouldn't be racing over getting undressed, but god, it is. it's racing faster than he can remember it ever doing before. minsu wants to love him. just him.
he surges toward minsu's mouth, kissing him hard, already breathless. ]
Please do. Undress me. Love me.
[ embarrassing to sound like he needs it so much, but he does, and there's no one he wants it from more than minsu. minsu is what keeps him afloat, the person he turns to, who always understands, who always does and says the right things and who is so good inside and out that for once junsu isn't thinking about himself when he's with him, but only about what he can do so minsu is happy, smiling, safe.
but maybe he's a little greedy too. he rolls his hips down, still clothed but wanting minsu to feel him. ]
Only me.
he surges toward minsu's mouth, kissing him hard, already breathless. ]
Please do. Undress me. Love me.
[ embarrassing to sound like he needs it so much, but he does, and there's no one he wants it from more than minsu. minsu is what keeps him afloat, the person he turns to, who always understands, who always does and says the right things and who is so good inside and out that for once junsu isn't thinking about himself when he's with him, but only about what he can do so minsu is happy, smiling, safe.
but maybe he's a little greedy too. he rolls his hips down, still clothed but wanting minsu to feel him. ]
Only me.
One day, I want to see.
[ if possible. he's just saying — that part of kwang doesn't scare him. quite the opposite. the stronger he is, the more incredible he is in junsu's eyes.
he doesn't answer about his need to escape, because kwang points out the store and his excitement triples. he hasn't been to a bookstore since before the war. he misses how they smell. he misses the quiet hush between the rows.
pulling away from kwang, he grabs his hand and starts tugging him, moving faster, as close to walking before it turns into a jog. he laughs, too, excited and carefree, pushing the door open as they step inside. ]
Oh, wow. [ he's actually a little moved. it's nothing like the bookstores of before, but it's... it's something. there are shelves and books and a stifled quiet and it smells like paper, ink, binding glue. ]
[ if possible. he's just saying — that part of kwang doesn't scare him. quite the opposite. the stronger he is, the more incredible he is in junsu's eyes.
he doesn't answer about his need to escape, because kwang points out the store and his excitement triples. he hasn't been to a bookstore since before the war. he misses how they smell. he misses the quiet hush between the rows.
pulling away from kwang, he grabs his hand and starts tugging him, moving faster, as close to walking before it turns into a jog. he laughs, too, excited and carefree, pushing the door open as they step inside. ]
Oh, wow. [ he's actually a little moved. it's nothing like the bookstores of before, but it's... it's something. there are shelves and books and a stifled quiet and it smells like paper, ink, binding glue. ]
Then one day, I'll show you.
[ Put some oven mitts on you and some safety goggles, and stay a little ways back, but he can show you if you want to see. And he happily will, despite the toll it takes on his body.
Kwang follows Junsu's lead happily to the store, jogging along and just taking in Junsu, looking so happy and carefree and beautiful, taking Kwang's breath away. And his breath keeps on being taken away when they step in and Junsu is awed, and Kwang is awed by it, too. ]
I wish I could take you somewhere bigger, but this is still a start.
[ He's whispering right into Junsu's ear as he stands behind him, rubbing his hands over Junsu's arms. ] But is this? Good?
[ Put some oven mitts on you and some safety goggles, and stay a little ways back, but he can show you if you want to see. And he happily will, despite the toll it takes on his body.
Kwang follows Junsu's lead happily to the store, jogging along and just taking in Junsu, looking so happy and carefree and beautiful, taking Kwang's breath away. And his breath keeps on being taken away when they step in and Junsu is awed, and Kwang is awed by it, too. ]
I wish I could take you somewhere bigger, but this is still a start.
[ He's whispering right into Junsu's ear as he stands behind him, rubbing his hands over Junsu's arms. ] But is this? Good?
[ he's not even sure somewhere bigger exists, and this is already so much more than he expected. he can forget how precious books have become, how much he missed them and the stories they contained while he was locked away.
he nods, at first not sure he can speak before he turns around and kisses kwang's cheek, finding his hand again. ]
It's perfect.
[ he starts to wander, touching, looking. his fingers trail over titles and book covers, some damaged but still valued. it makes him think so much about the small cell he was in, how many hours he spent wishing he had a book to read, and how many nights he spent lying awake thinking he might never get to read one again at all. ]
They didn't let us have books, back in jail. You were lucky if you got to see the sun.
[ but here he is. not only free, but in a bookstore. not only in a bookstore, but on a date with a lovely, lovely person that makes the world feel safer. he looks to kwang, like he didn't just say something he hasn't shared before. ]
What do you like to read, babe?
he nods, at first not sure he can speak before he turns around and kisses kwang's cheek, finding his hand again. ]
It's perfect.
[ he starts to wander, touching, looking. his fingers trail over titles and book covers, some damaged but still valued. it makes him think so much about the small cell he was in, how many hours he spent wishing he had a book to read, and how many nights he spent lying awake thinking he might never get to read one again at all. ]
They didn't let us have books, back in jail. You were lucky if you got to see the sun.
[ but here he is. not only free, but in a bookstore. not only in a bookstore, but on a date with a lovely, lovely person that makes the world feel safer. he looks to kwang, like he didn't just say something he hasn't shared before. ]
What do you like to read, babe?
[ Kwang beams at that kiss, at the look on Junsu's face, how happy he seems to be here, and follows along, noting some titles on the books spines, books he's been wanting to read and never had a chance, or classics he'd read.
Some classics he possibly helped write, but he doesn't really need to mention that.
Because then, Junsu says something that he's never said before, and Kwang stops for a moment, his eyes fixed on Junsu, the back of his head. It was so casual, and Kwang's heart twists, in part at the obvious trust there, but also in pain, just for the fact that Junsu was in prison for a while.
Kwang knows how it feels. He swallows hard around the nerves, and decides that he'll file this for later; he doesn't want to ruin Junsu's moment. ]
Oh, I'm a big fan of period fiction. I guess... it takes me back, in some ways. I also like magical realism a lot, even if a lot of these books have been banned during the war. They're hard to find, these days.
Some classics he possibly helped write, but he doesn't really need to mention that.
Because then, Junsu says something that he's never said before, and Kwang stops for a moment, his eyes fixed on Junsu, the back of his head. It was so casual, and Kwang's heart twists, in part at the obvious trust there, but also in pain, just for the fact that Junsu was in prison for a while.
Kwang knows how it feels. He swallows hard around the nerves, and decides that he'll file this for later; he doesn't want to ruin Junsu's moment. ]
Oh, I'm a big fan of period fiction. I guess... it takes me back, in some ways. I also like magical realism a lot, even if a lot of these books have been banned during the war. They're hard to find, these days.
[ a soft gasp, because junsu just rememebred what kwang had said. ]
I want the one you told me about. A thousand years of solitude, right?
[ he's looking at a book, but puts it down, smiling at kwang. ]
That's what I want to read.
[ something kwang likes. if they can find it, of course, but junsu has hope. people protect books. pass stories around in secret. he's sure it's somewhere, and he'll find it one day. he wants back toward kwang, putting a hand on the small of his back. ]
If you want a book, I'll buy it for you. My treat.
I want the one you told me about. A thousand years of solitude, right?
[ he's looking at a book, but puts it down, smiling at kwang. ]
That's what I want to read.
[ something kwang likes. if they can find it, of course, but junsu has hope. people protect books. pass stories around in secret. he's sure it's somewhere, and he'll find it one day. he wants back toward kwang, putting a hand on the small of his back. ]
If you want a book, I'll buy it for you. My treat.
[minsu makes a soft sound into the kiss. he doesn't want it to end, and he knows from experience that he can get junsu's clothes off of him without without breaking that contact. but tonight's not for something rushed like that, and minsu hears the same sentiment in junsu's words.
only him. minsu feels only him from the press of junsu's hips. it makes his head tip back a little, makes a gasp slip past lips that are still shiny and dark from their kiss. there feels like there's something more to those words. minsu knows that he's not imagining it now, and maybe junsu meant for just tonight. but tonight is all minsu's really focused on anyway.
he sits up, removing one article of junsu's clothing at a time. he's good at this, making people feel wanted, giving them all of his attention. it's real now. minsu genuinely adores every inch of skin that's revealed to him, one hand gently pushing junsu back before working his pants down over his hips, trailing kisses along his stomach, lower, until he stops at the base of his cock. he feels like he can finally do this properly once he has him naked, sliding back up to continue the kiss that started this.]
I need you. You're everything that I need, Junsu.
only him. minsu feels only him from the press of junsu's hips. it makes his head tip back a little, makes a gasp slip past lips that are still shiny and dark from their kiss. there feels like there's something more to those words. minsu knows that he's not imagining it now, and maybe junsu meant for just tonight. but tonight is all minsu's really focused on anyway.
he sits up, removing one article of junsu's clothing at a time. he's good at this, making people feel wanted, giving them all of his attention. it's real now. minsu genuinely adores every inch of skin that's revealed to him, one hand gently pushing junsu back before working his pants down over his hips, trailing kisses along his stomach, lower, until he stops at the base of his cock. he feels like he can finally do this properly once he has him naked, sliding back up to continue the kiss that started this.]
I need you. You're everything that I need, Junsu.
[ junsu bites his lip the whole time minsu's undressing him, breathing a little uneven just from that as he his hand fusses at the sheets, the other going from minsu's arm to his hair, not knowing where to rest. he wants to touch minsu everywhere. he wants to feel him everywhere.
junsu gasps when minsu kisses so low and yet comes back up, but he's patient. for this, his patience is infinite. to kiss minsu is just as good as having his mouth on his cock, if not better. everything counts, because this isn't about forgetting who he is, what he's lying about. it isn't about forgetting that his feelings for minsu are growing and might not be returned.
it's about loving each other.
his eyes widen, lips parted as he takes in those words. ]
Now I'm the one that feels like he's dreaming.
[ he takes minsu's face into his hands, tracing his features with his eyes, over and over. how can he say what this means to him? what minsu means to him? ]
I adore you beyond measure.
junsu gasps when minsu kisses so low and yet comes back up, but he's patient. for this, his patience is infinite. to kiss minsu is just as good as having his mouth on his cock, if not better. everything counts, because this isn't about forgetting who he is, what he's lying about. it isn't about forgetting that his feelings for minsu are growing and might not be returned.
it's about loving each other.
his eyes widen, lips parted as he takes in those words. ]
Now I'm the one that feels like he's dreaming.
[ he takes minsu's face into his hands, tracing his features with his eyes, over and over. how can he say what this means to him? what minsu means to him? ]
I adore you beyond measure.
[ With fingers at the small of Junsu's back, under his jacket, Kwang nods. ]
That'd be the one. I can't really tell if this store has any kind of organizational system, so we might have to spend a while in here...
[ The hardship. In between the smell of old books and that of Junsu's, Kwang is feeling safe, and calm, content and cozy. Like he's stepped into a dream the moment they walked through the door. In between the shelves, they're tucked away, away from any prying eyes, the aisles dark to protect the books, the air a little dusty.
It's sort of perfect. He leans closer without thought. ]
I have had a desire to re-read The Portrait of Dorian Gray...
That'd be the one. I can't really tell if this store has any kind of organizational system, so we might have to spend a while in here...
[ The hardship. In between the smell of old books and that of Junsu's, Kwang is feeling safe, and calm, content and cozy. Like he's stepped into a dream the moment they walked through the door. In between the shelves, they're tucked away, away from any prying eyes, the aisles dark to protect the books, the air a little dusty.
It's sort of perfect. He leans closer without thought. ]
I have had a desire to re-read The Portrait of Dorian Gray...
[ junsu stays right where he is, almost wanting to beckon kwang even closer. hoping to do so with the way he looks at him, the way his hand comes to rest at his chest. hidden between shelves filled with books, it's like the rest of the store isn't there.
it's nice. junsu has had a lot on his mind, lately. that weight is barely there at all, only kwang's pretty hair in the light, his hand at the small of his back. ]
Should I help you look for it?
it's nice. junsu has had a lot on his mind, lately. that weight is barely there at all, only kwang's pretty hair in the light, his hand at the small of his back. ]
Should I help you look for it?
Let's look for yours, first.
[ It matters more, to him, that Junsu finds the book(s) he wants. This is why they're here, from him, more than for Kwang. Kwang wanted to be able to witness this - Junsu happy, content, feeling like he belongs. Because he does. He belongs here, and in the house, and with Kwang, and with anyone else he wants, too.
But before all that, Kwang lips quirk into a smile as he leans in, closer and closer still, crowding Junsu against the shelves as he kisses him, not really chastely at all. ]
[ It matters more, to him, that Junsu finds the book(s) he wants. This is why they're here, from him, more than for Kwang. Kwang wanted to be able to witness this - Junsu happy, content, feeling like he belongs. Because he does. He belongs here, and in the house, and with Kwang, and with anyone else he wants, too.
But before all that, Kwang lips quirk into a smile as he leans in, closer and closer still, crowding Junsu against the shelves as he kisses him, not really chastely at all. ]
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