Yes, ah — [ junsu rolls over, skin flushed and pink and sweating, grasping at minsu's hair as he mouths at his cock. it's all just enough to be so good and to make him want more and not enough at all to satisfy the itch, but that's okay. he doesn't want it quick, or fast, or like some mutual masturbatory thing.
he wants all the love they feel, out in the open.
his eyes find minsu's and he nods, choked up at the implications and the request and the possessiveness. he's wanted to be wanted like this. he's wanted to be special. he thought minsu was it for him but that it wouldn't go further. and here he is. here they are. ]
Every night. [ his arms wrap around minsu's broad shoulders, fingers digging as his legs hook over his hips, arching. ]
I don't want anybody else like I want you, honey. [ he manages to choke out, voice strained and faltering, both from how turned on he is, how hot this is, and from how true the sentiment is. he loves minsu. he's head over heels. if he could have just him he would be beyond happy. ]
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he wants all the love they feel, out in the open.
his eyes find minsu's and he nods, choked up at the implications and the request and the possessiveness. he's wanted to be wanted like this. he's wanted to be special. he thought minsu was it for him but that it wouldn't go further. and here he is. here they are. ]
Every night. [ his arms wrap around minsu's broad shoulders, fingers digging as his legs hook over his hips, arching. ]
I don't want anybody else like I want you, honey. [ he manages to choke out, voice strained and faltering, both from how turned on he is, how hot this is, and from how true the sentiment is. he loves minsu. he's head over heels. if he could have just him he would be beyond happy. ]