[ A very tiny part of Myung thinks, not fair, because he wants to see Junsu lose his shit, too, but. It's really a very small part, and most of his thoughts are completely wrapped on how good Junsu's mouth feels around his cock, how hot and wet and filthy, and he starts moving his hips more, unable to resist. Junsu moves one of Myung's hands into his hair and okay, okay, there's no way he can fight this, there's no way he can get the upper hand again, here.
Sure, he's losing, but is he?
He lets out a few more high pitched noises, more and more sounding like the warnings they are, as he rolls his hips into Junsu's mouth and tilts his head down to watch and fuck but Junsu has a mouth made for this.
And then he's coming, hips raised off of the mattress, thighs tense, fingers clenching tight in Junsu's hair as he grunts and whimpers, his brain going completely offline. ]
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Sure, he's losing, but is he?
He lets out a few more high pitched noises, more and more sounding like the warnings they are, as he rolls his hips into Junsu's mouth and tilts his head down to watch and fuck but Junsu has a mouth made for this.
And then he's coming, hips raised off of the mattress, thighs tense, fingers clenching tight in Junsu's hair as he grunts and whimpers, his brain going completely offline. ]