[hojoon smiles at the request, a little fire burning in his eyes as he looks into junsu's. it's so simple. he really could've asked for anything, there's nothing joon would've denied him. but junsu wants to be touched, and that sounds good to hojoon too.]
Where, here?
[he trails his fingers along junsu's shoulders with a little grin, dropping his touch to the back of his elbow. he kisses junsu again before repeating the question, hands roaming over random parts of his body.
it started as a tease. but joon quickly starts to love the feeling of junsu's skin under his hands. he remembers the name of every bone in a human's body. muscles...most of the muscles, he's forgotten.]
Here?
[he whispers it again as he slides his hand against the soft skin of junsu's inner thigh, watching as it makes his legs slide open a little more for him. until his hand lifts and he's rubbing his palm against the underside of his cock. the human body really is something.]
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Where, here?
[he trails his fingers along junsu's shoulders with a little grin, dropping his touch to the back of his elbow. he kisses junsu again before repeating the question, hands roaming over random parts of his body.
it started as a tease. but joon quickly starts to love the feeling of junsu's skin under his hands. he remembers the name of every bone in a human's body. muscles...most of the muscles, he's forgotten.]
Here?
[he whispers it again as he slides his hand against the soft skin of junsu's inner thigh, watching as it makes his legs slide open a little more for him. until his hand lifts and he's rubbing his palm against the underside of his cock. the human body really is something.]
There's not an imperfect part to you.