[ Myung feels a little dumbstruck for a moment, his heart hammering in his chest. He expected that he'd be pretty fucked by the mere image of Junsu in such panties, but he also, somehow, almost didn't expect it to happen at all. He thought Junsu would laugh the present off, kiss Myung, maybe, thank him, and then forget about it.
There was a part of him that was struggling to believe this was his life.
But then, Junsu makes that face, that face, and Myung steps fully into the room, kicking the door closed before he moves closer, reaching Junsu in just a few steps, immediately pressing himself against Junsu's back, one arm wrapping around his middle, his other hand cupping him through the panties.
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There was a part of him that was struggling to believe this was his life.
But then, Junsu makes that face, that face, and Myung steps fully into the room, kicking the door closed before he moves closer, reaching Junsu in just a few steps, immediately pressing himself against Junsu's back, one arm wrapping around his middle, his other hand cupping him through the panties.
He presses his lips to Junsu's shoulder. ]
Hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen.