[ junsu sees these things. he does. it's what's so appealing about him, much more than the careful, distant blankness he falls back on. and he's so happy to see these things here, now. it's like hojoon has finally opened up instead of simply glancing over a cracked door.
he's gasping into the kiss but returning it with the same hungry, filthy neediness.
that's all it takes, the touch of his fingers as he fucks up into his hand, the suggestion there. he almost wants to tell hojoon to stop and fuck him, then, but he's too close, tipping over the edge already.
he comes with his fingers fisted in hojoon's hair and a cry of his name, said hoarse and croaked and like he's the one thing keeping him together at the moment. his body tenses and releases as he spills over joon's hand, chest heaving for air. ]
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he's gasping into the kiss but returning it with the same hungry, filthy neediness.
that's all it takes, the touch of his fingers as he fucks up into his hand, the suggestion there. he almost wants to tell hojoon to stop and fuck him, then, but he's too close, tipping over the edge already.
he comes with his fingers fisted in hojoon's hair and a cry of his name, said hoarse and croaked and like he's the one thing keeping him together at the moment. his body tenses and releases as he spills over joon's hand, chest heaving for air. ]