[joon wishes that his breath wasn't already so heavy, wishes that his heart wasn't pounding the way that it is. but it is, and he doesn't expect it to get any better, now of all times.
he presses his face against the pillow while he thinks. there's too many options: like this, on his hands and knees, on his back. he knows that junsu would feel amazing in any of them, but none of them feel quite right.
he makes a little sound when he moves again, pushing himself to sit up before turning towards the human. he slides over junsu's lap, knees on either side of his hips, arms draped over his shoulders.
he glances away for a moment, mouth an uncertain line that softens when he looks into junsu's eyes.]
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he presses his face against the pillow while he thinks. there's too many options: like this, on his hands and knees, on his back. he knows that junsu would feel amazing in any of them, but none of them feel quite right.
he makes a little sound when he moves again, pushing himself to sit up before turning towards the human. he slides over junsu's lap, knees on either side of his hips, arms draped over his shoulders.
he glances away for a moment, mouth an uncertain line that softens when he looks into junsu's eyes.]
Like this.