[ junsu would laugh if he could. he can't do it without choking right now, though, so he just keeps working his mouth, his throat, around myung. he keeps his hands moving over his thighs, light nails dragging over skin, one hand sneaking between his legs for gentle touches to his balls.
he has one thing in mind, and that's getting myung off, tasting even more of him than he already does. he pulls back a bit, not completely off him, but enough so that when he looks up at him, it's obvious he's giving him permission. there's a bit of a smirk on his lips, too. yeah, he knows he just flipped this over on him completely, and he's smug about it.
but myung really doesn't need to keep his hips pinned back on the bed. ]
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he has one thing in mind, and that's getting myung off, tasting even more of him than he already does. he pulls back a bit, not completely off him, but enough so that when he looks up at him, it's obvious he's giving him permission. there's a bit of a smirk on his lips, too. yeah, he knows he just flipped this over on him completely, and he's smug about it.
but myung really doesn't need to keep his hips pinned back on the bed. ]