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[ junsu bumps against the shelf and barely thinks to worry about knocking it over or disturbing a pile of books, because kwang is looking at him with a smile and he knows what's coming and he really, really wants it.
to be kissed by kwang among rows of books, in the middle of a store, where anyone might walk by.
and because he's so pleased with this date so far and unsure how to say as much. kissing works. kissing is good. he can up kwang's face and let the other hand curl into his shirt and pull him closer, pressing into the kiss, taste kwang, to say how much he's loving every minute of this. ]
to be kissed by kwang among rows of books, in the middle of a store, where anyone might walk by.
and because he's so pleased with this date so far and unsure how to say as much. kissing works. kissing is good. he can up kwang's face and let the other hand curl into his shirt and pull him closer, pressing into the kiss, taste kwang, to say how much he's loving every minute of this. ]
[ It's not really not a kiss fit for public consumption. This is the kind of kiss they might share when they're on the verge of getting naked, which is obviously something they can't do, but it has the opportunity to convey just that - desire and happiness and comfort all at once. It's deep and wanting and Kwang holds onto the shelf by Junsu's head, letting out the smallest noise before he pulls back, looking a little dazed. ]
Much as I'd love to let myself carried away, we don't want a lifetime ban from this place now, do we?
Much as I'd love to let myself carried away, we don't want a lifetime ban from this place now, do we?
[ junsu laughs, flushed and pleased, shaking his head as he bites his lip. he stares at kwang's, too, reddened from kissing him moments ago. god, he wants to kiss him again. who cares that they're in public...
but it's actually dangerous, given kwang's magical nature and the fact that they live in a house filled with magic. better not to draw attention to themselves. ]
Tease. Is this a preview of what I have to look forward to later?
but it's actually dangerous, given kwang's magical nature and the fact that they live in a house filled with magic. better not to draw attention to themselves. ]
Tease. Is this a preview of what I have to look forward to later?
[ Kwang moves his hand to brush his fingers along Junsu's cheek, his eyes saying a lot more than what he's quite ready to say out loud just yet.
But they definitely don't want to draw negative attention to themselves, that's most definitely true. Shame, because Kwang also wants to kiss Junsu again, deeper, harder, with more feeling. ]
Oh, you better believe it. [ Despite the words and what they're talking about, Kwang's tone is very soft. He pulls away, reluctantly. ]
Let's find you this book, yeah?
But they definitely don't want to draw negative attention to themselves, that's most definitely true. Shame, because Kwang also wants to kiss Junsu again, deeper, harder, with more feeling. ]
Oh, you better believe it. [ Despite the words and what they're talking about, Kwang's tone is very soft. He pulls away, reluctantly. ]
Let's find you this book, yeah?
what? the part about being extremely cute? if someone doesn't see that, i think they're probably blind.
seriously, it's really, really all right. i love him, but i wouldn't want to hog that to myself. i want him to have as much love as possible. and you too. i think you also deserve a lot of good things.
seriously, it's really, really all right. i love him, but i wouldn't want to hog that to myself. i want him to have as much love as possible. and you too. i think you also deserve a lot of good things.
[minsu smiles at him, his eyes bright and open. the way that his breaths come a little quicker betray the pace of his own heart, but junsu can likely feel the beat of it. they're pressed that close together.]
It's better than a dream. [minsu rocks forward gently to kiss junsu's forehead, following it with another wet but brief kiss to the mouth. it's the sort of thing that he enjoys doing, but he's not always sure how well it's received. sometimes his partners just want to get off.] I'm going to be here when you wake up.
[he sighs as junsu takes his face in his hands. there's a soft catch of breath at those words. minsu's never heard their like before, and he knows junsu means them, and that makes him feel like he could float right out of his body, he's so happy.]
Okay pick your body part, because I'm going to make you come with it so hard, I swear to fuck-
[he's in love. all the more reason to tear junsu up.]
It's better than a dream. [minsu rocks forward gently to kiss junsu's forehead, following it with another wet but brief kiss to the mouth. it's the sort of thing that he enjoys doing, but he's not always sure how well it's received. sometimes his partners just want to get off.] I'm going to be here when you wake up.
[he sighs as junsu takes his face in his hands. there's a soft catch of breath at those words. minsu's never heard their like before, and he knows junsu means them, and that makes him feel like he could float right out of his body, he's so happy.]
Okay pick your body part, because I'm going to make you come with it so hard, I swear to fuck-
[he's in love. all the more reason to tear junsu up.]
Yeah. You're going to be here when I wake up.
[ his heart seizes. saying the words, echoing them, makes them feel more real. minsu is going to be there when he wakes up. he won't wake to an empty bed. minsu's going to be there and they'll have shared this, for real. these feelings between them, that mutual understanding — it means something.
it means everything. and it's real. he laughs at minsu's words, feeling so loved and wanted and happy in a full way he can't remember ever knowing before. maybe it's because minsu fits so well into his life, his heart, that it feels like he belongs there. the doubt about minsu returning his feelings was a deep, deep hole in his chest.
now it's full. so full. his laugh is breathless and watery, eyes filling up. ]
I love you. [ he blurts it out without thinking, without needing to. this has been true from the moment they touched. not love at first sight, but the strike of the match that set it off. his heart beats hard and fast, a little scared, but also not at all. minsu is the safest person. and why would he withhold this feeling from him? he deserves to hear it, to feel it, to know it. to be loved.
his arms wind around minsu's neck, tight, tight. his chest heaves as he takes a deep breath, whispering between them. the laughter's gone now. it's just love and want and awe. wonder. ]
I love you, Minsu. I want all of you.
[ his heart seizes. saying the words, echoing them, makes them feel more real. minsu is going to be there when he wakes up. he won't wake to an empty bed. minsu's going to be there and they'll have shared this, for real. these feelings between them, that mutual understanding — it means something.
it means everything. and it's real. he laughs at minsu's words, feeling so loved and wanted and happy in a full way he can't remember ever knowing before. maybe it's because minsu fits so well into his life, his heart, that it feels like he belongs there. the doubt about minsu returning his feelings was a deep, deep hole in his chest.
now it's full. so full. his laugh is breathless and watery, eyes filling up. ]
I love you. [ he blurts it out without thinking, without needing to. this has been true from the moment they touched. not love at first sight, but the strike of the match that set it off. his heart beats hard and fast, a little scared, but also not at all. minsu is the safest person. and why would he withhold this feeling from him? he deserves to hear it, to feel it, to know it. to be loved.
his arms wind around minsu's neck, tight, tight. his chest heaves as he takes a deep breath, whispering between them. the laughter's gone now. it's just love and want and awe. wonder. ]
I love you, Minsu. I want all of you.
[ junsu looks so happy. his smile is small, but his eyes say it all as he takes kwang's hand, squeezing it. he wants to hold it all day, but as they go through rows and rows of books trying to make some sense of where the book they want might be, he's forced to let go.
he stays close instead, often shoulder to shoulder, sometimes pointing out stuff he's read and liked and recommends, other times asking kwang his opinion or listening to his own suggestion.
they don't find the book, but after a while junsu has a couple to buy, and he looks over at kwang, holding out his hand. ]
Give me those so I can get them for you.
he stays close instead, often shoulder to shoulder, sometimes pointing out stuff he's read and liked and recommends, other times asking kwang his opinion or listening to his own suggestion.
they don't find the book, but after a while junsu has a couple to buy, and he looks over at kwang, holding out his hand. ]
Give me those so I can get them for you.
[ it doesn't matter how he looks, because his touches, his tongue, they're making junsu melt into the bed. like this he can forget the rest. just think about myung, and the way he feels, the jumps of pleasure at each swipe of his tongue and each turn of his wrist.
his fingers rub at his scalp, buried deep in myung's hair. his eyes close, hips hitching against his hand, silently encouraging him. maybe not so silently — he makes a loud little noise when myung's hand and mouth both do just the right thing at the same time. he whispers myung's name, parting his legs a little more, planting his feet so he can better thrust into his hand. ]
his fingers rub at his scalp, buried deep in myung's hair. his eyes close, hips hitching against his hand, silently encouraging him. maybe not so silently — he makes a loud little noise when myung's hand and mouth both do just the right thing at the same time. he whispers myung's name, parting his legs a little more, planting his feet so he can better thrust into his hand. ]
[ Myung's movements are hampered. He wants to do more, oh, he wants to do so much more, but Junsu's jeans are tight and the angle of his wrist is all wrong and.
He pulls back all of a sudden, lips swollen red and shiny, and he rolls his wrist a couple of times, breathing a little hard now as he looks down at Junsu. He's past embarrassment, now, and he's pretty sure that, considering his reactions, Junsu is into this as well, but Myung still needs to say this. ]
This won't do. Can I get you naked, properly? I can't give you a good handjob like this. I'm a lot better than that.
He pulls back all of a sudden, lips swollen red and shiny, and he rolls his wrist a couple of times, breathing a little hard now as he looks down at Junsu. He's past embarrassment, now, and he's pretty sure that, considering his reactions, Junsu is into this as well, but Myung still needs to say this. ]
This won't do. Can I get you naked, properly? I can't give you a good handjob like this. I'm a lot better than that.
Shouldn't I be the one to treat you?
[ He's not going to argue, though. He hands over the books, all used and tired and smelling just perfect. He doesn't mind if Junsu wants to pay for them, and if it makes him happy. He's not going to get into an argument with him about money.
Not when they're having such a good time. ]
I'll get you your coffee later. And - what do you prefer? Danish? Cinnamon bun? Almond croissant? What's your poison?
[ He's not going to argue, though. He hands over the books, all used and tired and smelling just perfect. He doesn't mind if Junsu wants to pay for them, and if it makes him happy. He's not going to get into an argument with him about money.
Not when they're having such a good time. ]
I'll get you your coffee later. And - what do you prefer? Danish? Cinnamon bun? Almond croissant? What's your poison?
What's wrong?
[minsu knows that nothing's wrong, or at least he hopes it's not. maybe that's why he asks the question so softly, cupping junsu's face in his hands so he can brush his thumbs against the dampness under the other boy's eyes. it's enough to make him blink quickly too, laughing along with him. he's really just asking him to share his thoughts.
and he does. to his credit, the change in minsu's expression isn't drastic enough to make junsu feel awkward about the words, nor change the mood. it's just a widening of his eyes, a visible inhale of breath. it's not a dream, he's already established that. minsu must keep believing in the reality of it, otherwise his heart might break.]
Junsu, god.
[minsu kisses him when he wraps his arms around him, open and wet from the very start. this is real, this is happening, and repeats it back to him in words even if the way that he kissed him might've already said it for him.]
I love you too.
[how long. a part of minsu want to ask how long he's know, how long junsu has been in love with him while minsu felt the exact same. but he doesn't want to think about the waste time, doesn't want to waist a minute more either. he kissed down his body, a man on a mission now.]
I love you so much, I'm yours, I'll give you everything that I am.
[minsu knows that nothing's wrong, or at least he hopes it's not. maybe that's why he asks the question so softly, cupping junsu's face in his hands so he can brush his thumbs against the dampness under the other boy's eyes. it's enough to make him blink quickly too, laughing along with him. he's really just asking him to share his thoughts.
and he does. to his credit, the change in minsu's expression isn't drastic enough to make junsu feel awkward about the words, nor change the mood. it's just a widening of his eyes, a visible inhale of breath. it's not a dream, he's already established that. minsu must keep believing in the reality of it, otherwise his heart might break.]
Junsu, god.
[minsu kisses him when he wraps his arms around him, open and wet from the very start. this is real, this is happening, and repeats it back to him in words even if the way that he kissed him might've already said it for him.]
I love you too.
[how long. a part of minsu want to ask how long he's know, how long junsu has been in love with him while minsu felt the exact same. but he doesn't want to think about the waste time, doesn't want to waist a minute more either. he kissed down his body, a man on a mission now.]
I love you so much, I'm yours, I'll give you everything that I am.
[ breathless, junsu laughs softly, nodding as he cups myung's cute, sweet face. ]
Yeah, whatever you need, baby.
[ he tugs at his face so he can kiss him, his lips looking too pink not to, adding to his breathlessness until he breaks the kiss and smiles a knowing smile. ]
You were already pretty good.
[ his hands push his pants down, helping myung get them off of him. ]
Yeah, whatever you need, baby.
[ he tugs at his face so he can kiss him, his lips looking too pink not to, adding to his breathlessness until he breaks the kiss and smiles a knowing smile. ]
You were already pretty good.
[ his hands push his pants down, helping myung get them off of him. ]
[ junsu's really happy about the lack of arguing. he takes the books and tucks them against his chest, smiling soft and pleased. ]
Biscotti? [ he likes those. he'll let kwang buy, this way the date was really a them thing, both of them equally treating the other. junsu finds he likes that a lot. the sense of balance, of being the same.
he starts weaseling his way between the rows to head back to the front cash, quickly paying for the books and handing kwang his bag with a brilliant smile. ]
Here you go! For you.
Biscotti? [ he likes those. he'll let kwang buy, this way the date was really a them thing, both of them equally treating the other. junsu finds he likes that a lot. the sense of balance, of being the same.
he starts weaseling his way between the rows to head back to the front cash, quickly paying for the books and handing kwang his bag with a brilliant smile. ]
Here you go! For you.
[ Myung is all too willing to fall right back into a kiss, his mind empty of anything else but this for the time it lasts, his tongue against Junsu's, his hands still touching his chest, caressing soft skin. When they pull away, he does move back to get Junsu's jeans off, and then wiggles his fingers. ]
I can be better. Before the war, these puppies were worth a lot of money.
[ Not that much. But still, it's gotta count for something, right?
Still fully clothed himself, Myung straddles one of Junsu's thick thighs as he licks a stripe up his palm and puts it to Junsu's cock again, this time able to move more freely, go lower, tease at his balls on the downstroke, twist his wrist on the upstroke.
He's very focused. ]
I can be better. Before the war, these puppies were worth a lot of money.
[ Not that much. But still, it's gotta count for something, right?
Still fully clothed himself, Myung straddles one of Junsu's thick thighs as he licks a stripe up his palm and puts it to Junsu's cock again, this time able to move more freely, go lower, tease at his balls on the downstroke, twist his wrist on the upstroke.
He's very focused. ]
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