[ junsu is almost frantic when hojoon pulls away, but he doesn't actually go anywhere. just kisses his neck. junsu's heart is in his throat for some reason. ]
No, no — It's okay. I like it.
[ his hands are on hojoon's waist now, and this time when the kiss deepens he lets himself moan into it, lets himself surge into the kiss as his fingers push up fabric to find skin. he hadn't thought he'd want hojoon this much, but now that they're kissing, now that he's in his lap, now that whatever was holding him back is gone, it's intense.
he kisses hojoon a little harder. a little more demanding, but like he's giving permission. saying it's fine. it's okay. if hojoon wants to climb into his lap, kiss into his mouth, take off his clothes. all of that. it's an invitation. his hand rests at the small of his back, skin to skin. ]
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No, no — It's okay. I like it.
[ his hands are on hojoon's waist now, and this time when the kiss deepens he lets himself moan into it, lets himself surge into the kiss as his fingers push up fabric to find skin. he hadn't thought he'd want hojoon this much, but now that they're kissing, now that he's in his lap, now that whatever was holding him back is gone, it's intense.
he kisses hojoon a little harder. a little more demanding, but like he's giving permission. saying it's fine. it's okay. if hojoon wants to climb into his lap, kiss into his mouth, take off his clothes. all of that. it's an invitation. his hand rests at the small of his back, skin to skin. ]