[this isn't a dream. but at some point junsu will fall asleep, and he will wake up, and hojoon will be gone as if it was.

that's then, this is now.

joon knows that he's beautiful. it's not even that he can alter his appearance. his kind are made to be beautiful, to appeal to humans and not frighten then. but junsu's compliment is still special to him, makes him want to sprawl and arch and put himself more on display for the human's gaze.

he's more relaxed when junsu kisses him now, more natural. joon's hands are touching his chest, mouth yielding to him, even if there's a soft whine of protest when junsu takes it away. he soon realizes where junsu is going when he kisses lower than his neck. joon blinks, looking down at him with that conflicted look again, wanting but with something holding him back.]

Your mouth is for speaking wishes and prayers. You don't have to do that for me. [joon catches his bottom lip between this teeth for a moment.] Unless doing it is one of your wishes. Then...

[hojoon trails off, tongue soothing his bottom lip before he nods.]