[ junsu wishes he was magic, now, so he could rid them both of their clothing with a flick of the wrist and not have to stop kissing minsu. they've done this before, more than once, but it's different now, different when minsu kisses him and they both know it means more, is more, than when they kiss anyone else.
his heart beats hard and fast in his chest as he keeps kissing minsu while tugging his arms out of the shirt, finally breaking the kiss just to get it over his head. he throws it aside, hands returning to minsu's waistband. rolling his hips again, slow, just once before he has to shift away to get his pants off. ]
From the beginning, [ he echoes, pressing a kiss to minsu's cheek before he's scooting back and taking his pants with him. once they're kicked off, his hands roam minsu's body, chest and tracing tattoos and the line of his hips. ]
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his heart beats hard and fast in his chest as he keeps kissing minsu while tugging his arms out of the shirt, finally breaking the kiss just to get it over his head. he throws it aside, hands returning to minsu's waistband. rolling his hips again, slow, just once before he has to shift away to get his pants off. ]
From the beginning, [ he echoes, pressing a kiss to minsu's cheek before he's scooting back and taking his pants with him. once they're kicked off, his hands roam minsu's body, chest and tracing tattoos and the line of his hips. ]