[ junsu doesn't hesitate. he starts moving, hands dropping so they're both in kwang's hair now. he can't believe he's doing this, can't believe anyone could hear if he's too loud, could notice they both left, could get someone to unlock the door and find them like this.
it's hot. kwang is hot, too, looking at him like this. junsu's hips move, needy and eager but not overwhelming, little thrusts that work but aren't going to choke kwang.
it's good, but too good to keep quiet. he makes a few noises, low moans at the back of his throat. they echo in the tiled bathroom, and he dips his head to catch kwang's fingers with his lips, guiding them between his lips. he sucks on them instead, eyes half lidded, looking down at the way kwang's mouth stretches around him and tensing as pleasure builds quick and hot under his skin. ]
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it's hot. kwang is hot, too, looking at him like this. junsu's hips move, needy and eager but not overwhelming, little thrusts that work but aren't going to choke kwang.
it's good, but too good to keep quiet. he makes a few noises, low moans at the back of his throat. they echo in the tiled bathroom, and he dips his head to catch kwang's fingers with his lips, guiding them between his lips. he sucks on them instead, eyes half lidded, looking down at the way kwang's mouth stretches around him and tensing as pleasure builds quick and hot under his skin. ]