[joon whimpers but complies, lifting his hips up just a little so he's not as tempted to rut against the bedding. it's slightly counter-productive, because it just offers him even more to junsu's mouth.
he can do it though. he's strong enough to resist the urges of his body. whether he's strong enough to resist the urges of his heart is another matter entirely.
junsu doesn't need to worry about making this part feel good, because it does. the stretch reminds him that this is really happening, and he didn't expect that it would ever again, at least not with someone that he cared about. joon presses his forehead against the pillow, on the verge of being overtaken by memories and sadness of the the past. but then he feels junsu's lips pressing against his skin. joon knows that it's him instantly, and it brings him back, it gives him a happiness that he didn't expect and definitely doesn't deserve.]
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he can do it though. he's strong enough to resist the urges of his body. whether he's strong enough to resist the urges of his heart is another matter entirely.
junsu doesn't need to worry about making this part feel good, because it does. the stretch reminds him that this is really happening, and he didn't expect that it would ever again, at least not with someone that he cared about. joon presses his forehead against the pillow, on the verge of being overtaken by memories and sadness of the the past. but then he feels junsu's lips pressing against his skin. joon knows that it's him instantly, and it brings him back, it gives him a happiness that he didn't expect and definitely doesn't deserve.]
Mmm, I like being good for you.