[ Relaxing his throat around Junsu, Kwang hums in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he takes it, lets Junsu fuck his mouth in small, aborted movements, and Kwang just tilts his chin a little bit, to feel the slide of Junsu's cock against his tongue some more, to feel him deeper. He leans in closer, too, until his nose is grazing Junsu's shirt, and he rucks it up a bit with his free hand to be able to touch skin.
He jolts when Junsu starts sucking on his fingers, though, looking up sharply, eyes meeting Junsu's. He's flushed, and his mouth is sinfully hot, his lips sinfully plush, and Kwang has to pull back a fraction not to choke, unable to breathe for a second, too taken by the sight.
The two of them work together then, Junsu's hips pushing in and Kwang's mouth meeting him halfway, the rhythm irregular, full of broken off noises and harsh breaths. ]
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He jolts when Junsu starts sucking on his fingers, though, looking up sharply, eyes meeting Junsu's. He's flushed, and his mouth is sinfully hot, his lips sinfully plush, and Kwang has to pull back a fraction not to choke, unable to breathe for a second, too taken by the sight.
The two of them work together then, Junsu's hips pushing in and Kwang's mouth meeting him halfway, the rhythm irregular, full of broken off noises and harsh breaths. ]