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Biscotti it is.
[ Kwang follows as Junsu walks through the shop and then waits as he pays, only able to grin back when the other hands him the bag, looking so happy it's impossible not to beam right back at him.
If it made him that happy to pay, too, Kwang was definitely not going to complain about it. He knew all about how treating others could bring such pleasure. Wrapping his hand around Junsu's when he hands him the bag, Kwang pulls him closer, for another quick, soft kiss, heedless of the shopkeeper. ]
Thank you. I really appreciate it.
[ Kwang follows as Junsu walks through the shop and then waits as he pays, only able to grin back when the other hands him the bag, looking so happy it's impossible not to beam right back at him.
If it made him that happy to pay, too, Kwang was definitely not going to complain about it. He knew all about how treating others could bring such pleasure. Wrapping his hand around Junsu's when he hands him the bag, Kwang pulls him closer, for another quick, soft kiss, heedless of the shopkeeper. ]
Thank you. I really appreciate it.
[ oh, that is better. now there's more room for him to squirm around, more room for myung to touch and move and work his magic. his hand feels so good, and there is a dexterity there that's pretty rare. his breathing hitches, and he drops his head back, neck exposed as his eyes flutter closed and he whines, high and loud.
when he opens his eyes he bites his lips, watching myung, concentrating so much on what he's doing. ]
Y'so focused. [ a breathless laugh, and he arches his hips, thrusting into his hand. ]
Can rub off on my thigh if you want.
when he opens his eyes he bites his lips, watching myung, concentrating so much on what he's doing. ]
Y'so focused. [ a breathless laugh, and he arches his hips, thrusting into his hand. ]
Can rub off on my thigh if you want.
Makes me happy.
[ he's as unbothered by the public display as can be. it's not dramatic enough to draw too much attention, and how could he not like a kiss from kwang, how could he not be happy after he let him buy him books?
now kwang owns something that junsu gifted him. it's like he's making a place in his life beyond his own presence. he likes that. ]
Coffee now?
[ he's as unbothered by the public display as can be. it's not dramatic enough to draw too much attention, and how could he not like a kiss from kwang, how could he not be happy after he let him buy him books?
now kwang owns something that junsu gifted him. it's like he's making a place in his life beyond his own presence. he likes that. ]
Coffee now?
[ these are words he wasn't sure he'd ever hear, and here they are, repeated, in minsu's voice, aimed at him, meaning what he means when he says them. maybe it's too fast, but he doesn't care. there's been something with minsu since the day he came into the house, even if minsu might not have known at first.
junsu's had his eye on him, watching, wanting, yearning, a little.
and now they're here, and he feels choked up with it, loved, precious, wanted. without having to present himself in such and such a way to get that result with who he's with. he didn't have to do anything except be himself. be free. knowing it was safe.
his hand cards through minsu's hair as he kisses down his body, squirming beneath him like he can't wait, like he knows what's coming is going to be even more incredible than everything they've shared so far. ]
I'm so greedy. I want it all.
junsu's had his eye on him, watching, wanting, yearning, a little.
and now they're here, and he feels choked up with it, loved, precious, wanted. without having to present himself in such and such a way to get that result with who he's with. he didn't have to do anything except be himself. be free. knowing it was safe.
his hand cards through minsu's hair as he kisses down his body, squirming beneath him like he can't wait, like he knows what's coming is going to be even more incredible than everything they've shared so far. ]
I'm so greedy. I want it all.
[ Myung hums, fingers putting pressure at different intervals along the length of Junsu's cock, like he's playing a melody on him, before he tips forward a little, thrusting his hips against Junsu's thigh, getting some friction against his own erection, even through his sweats.
He doesn't want to lose focus before he's gotten Junsu off, but - this feels too good to deny. He'd edging himself, keeping himself going, even if he feels too hot for once, his shirt constricting, despite how big it is on him. He swipes his thumb over the head of Junsu's cock, eyes flicking up to his face. ]
Want you to feel good.
He doesn't want to lose focus before he's gotten Junsu off, but - this feels too good to deny. He'd edging himself, keeping himself going, even if he feels too hot for once, his shirt constricting, despite how big it is on him. He swipes his thumb over the head of Junsu's cock, eyes flicking up to his face. ]
Want you to feel good.
private. better
anyway you don't have to worry about pressure, i'm. well i mean i don't exactly want to call it a crush because it sounds silly but i find you very attractive and i'd like to know you better and i don't really have any shame about enjoying sex, so. there.
and i'm drawing myself a bath, right now. i even got bubble bath and candles and everything.
anyway you don't have to worry about pressure, i'm. well i mean i don't exactly want to call it a crush because it sounds silly but i find you very attractive and i'd like to know you better and i don't really have any shame about enjoying sex, so. there.
and i'm drawing myself a bath, right now. i even got bubble bath and candles and everything.
[ Kwang likes it, too. Likes having something that Junsu got for him, that he can keep and cherish. Maybe he's going to have to find a way to give him something he can keep, too, and already some ideas are floating around in his head about it.
He's going to have to do some research.
Grinning, he nods, taking Junsu's hand in his own as they start walking out of the shop again. ]
Coffee. And - we can come back here, anytime. I do hope they never go out of business, it'd be a terrible loss.
He's going to have to do some research.
Grinning, he nods, taking Junsu's hand in his own as they start walking out of the shop again. ]
Coffee. And - we can come back here, anytime. I do hope they never go out of business, it'd be a terrible loss.
It's not greedy to want something that's already yours.
[minsu laughs, flushed and bright, almost a glow to him. junsu's the only one who's seen him this way, with more to come, what minsu really looks like as a lover and not focused on heavy-lidded looks or positions that will get hands and mouths on him.]
Roll over.
[he pats his hips playfully, one at a time.]
I want to kiss your back too.
[every inch of him deserves love. but there's mischief in minsu's eyes, the curve of his lips. there's more to it than that.]
[minsu laughs, flushed and bright, almost a glow to him. junsu's the only one who's seen him this way, with more to come, what minsu really looks like as a lover and not focused on heavy-lidded looks or positions that will get hands and mouths on him.]
Roll over.
[he pats his hips playfully, one at a time.]
I want to kiss your back too.
[every inch of him deserves love. but there's mischief in minsu's eyes, the curve of his lips. there's more to it than that.]
[ junsu looks at minsu but doesn't even question it, not even the little mischief in his eyes. he's just happy. he just laughs softly under his breath, nodding. there's still a ball of emotion in his throat but it feels good to be light and silly as usual with minsu.
for the joy that permeates being in his presence to remain, even in the more intense and intimate moments. ]
Okay, handsome.
[ he rolls over, glancing over his shoulder. ]
I'm all yours.
for the joy that permeates being in his presence to remain, even in the more intense and intimate moments. ]
Okay, handsome.
[ he rolls over, glancing over his shoulder. ]
I'm all yours.
[ Kwang looks around the coffee shop when they make their way inside. It's warm and cozy, a little vintage. Music from much before the war is playing as they weave their way around to find a table in a corner.
He puts the bag down on the table as he gives the shop another look, spotting the large pastries display by the counter with a grin. ]
No, never. I don't come into town too often, actually. Sit, I'll go order.
[ He does, getting them a couple extra pastries along with Junsu's biscotti, and coffees, bringing it all back on a tray, hands steady. When he's done, he settles across from Junsu, leaning over the table a bit. ]
Can I ask you something? It may be personal.
He puts the bag down on the table as he gives the shop another look, spotting the large pastries display by the counter with a grin. ]
No, never. I don't come into town too often, actually. Sit, I'll go order.
[ He does, getting them a couple extra pastries along with Junsu's biscotti, and coffees, bringing it all back on a tray, hands steady. When he's done, he settles across from Junsu, leaning over the table a bit. ]
Can I ask you something? It may be personal.
[minsu grin at his compliment. it was always bittersweet before, hearing junsu's praise, his cute little pet names. he has one of the sweetest tongues that minsu's ever known.
he so badly wanted for it to be real, for it to actually mean something. now he knows that it does.
he blinks after junsu glances back, laughs and blushes because he knows he's been caught staring. minsu crawls up closer to him, chest lightly pressing against his back as he drops a kiss to junsu's shoulder first.]
I'm proud to call you all mine. It's probably the first time I've been proud of something in my whole life.
[minsu moves, pressing another kiss to the top of his spine. a hand smooths along his skin as he works his way down, some of the kisses wet, tongue tasting his skin. his ass almost gets a little bite, but then minsu lets go and kisses there too. he reaches up, dragging one of the spare pillows down to work under junsu's hips.]
I love the way you taste when I do this. [minsu slides his hands over the soft flesh, spreads him a little before leaning his head down to lick up him.] You're so hot inside. I've never wanted to make someone come from just my tongue.
[he smiles a little, because maybe less talking and more doing, but he can't help himself. he wants to share everything with junsu, body and thoughts at once.]
he so badly wanted for it to be real, for it to actually mean something. now he knows that it does.
he blinks after junsu glances back, laughs and blushes because he knows he's been caught staring. minsu crawls up closer to him, chest lightly pressing against his back as he drops a kiss to junsu's shoulder first.]
I'm proud to call you all mine. It's probably the first time I've been proud of something in my whole life.
[minsu moves, pressing another kiss to the top of his spine. a hand smooths along his skin as he works his way down, some of the kisses wet, tongue tasting his skin. his ass almost gets a little bite, but then minsu lets go and kisses there too. he reaches up, dragging one of the spare pillows down to work under junsu's hips.]
I love the way you taste when I do this. [minsu slides his hands over the soft flesh, spreads him a little before leaning his head down to lick up him.] You're so hot inside. I've never wanted to make someone come from just my tongue.
[he smiles a little, because maybe less talking and more doing, but he can't help himself. he wants to share everything with junsu, body and thoughts at once.]
Thank you, [ junsu smiles as he takes his coffee and a biscotti, taking a sip with a content sigh.
normally that sort of question would immediately drive junsu to lock up shop and close up. he has never liked personal questions. he doesn't really like to get personal. or at least he didn't, after the war and before coming here.
now things are changing, and he doesn't think kwang suspects anything about his magic, wonders instead what kind of question it might be. ]
Okay.
normally that sort of question would immediately drive junsu to lock up shop and close up. he has never liked personal questions. he doesn't really like to get personal. or at least he didn't, after the war and before coming here.
now things are changing, and he doesn't think kwang suspects anything about his magic, wonders instead what kind of question it might be. ]
Okay.
[ Kwang nods, biting the inside of his lip for a second before asking the question. He knows it might be a difficult thing to answer, and so he takes his time, trying to find the right words. ]
Earlier, when we were in the bookshop, you said something. You said you didn't get to read much, when you were back in jail. What - I didn't know you'd been. Would you tell me why?
Earlier, when we were in the bookshop, you said something. You said you didn't get to read much, when you were back in jail. What - I didn't know you'd been. Would you tell me why?
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