[in truth, hojoon is a lot of good things. at times, mischievous, but also playful. he's sensual and protective, brave and loyal.
it's just that he's forgotten that he's those things, or can be. instead he's turned bitter and heartbroken, pessimistic and jealous. if you don't tend to the flowers, weeds will easily grow in their place.
his lips fall open when junsu moans his name. his breaths aren't as heavy, but he times them with the human's, moving a little with him too. his kiss is hungrier this time, messier. he can feel junsu growing more frantic, but he tightens his fist without moving it up and down too much. he has his reasons why he wants junsu to fuck through it, why he wants him to lift.
his free hand goes between his cheeks, finger brushing against his hole to tease him there too, feeling how he wants to open up and let him inside. joon kisses him harder one more time before moving to his neck. he wants to hear his sounds, wants to hear his name in junsu's wrecked voice as he comes.]
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it's just that he's forgotten that he's those things, or can be. instead he's turned bitter and heartbroken, pessimistic and jealous. if you don't tend to the flowers, weeds will easily grow in their place.
his lips fall open when junsu moans his name. his breaths aren't as heavy, but he times them with the human's, moving a little with him too. his kiss is hungrier this time, messier. he can feel junsu growing more frantic, but he tightens his fist without moving it up and down too much. he has his reasons why he wants junsu to fuck through it, why he wants him to lift.
his free hand goes between his cheeks, finger brushing against his hole to tease him there too, feeling how he wants to open up and let him inside. joon kisses him harder one more time before moving to his neck. he wants to hear his sounds, wants to hear his name in junsu's wrecked voice as he comes.]