[ junsu shivers, all anticipation and eagerness, and then lets out a soft little cry when kwang's mouth is finally on him. he moans, too, something that might have been kwang's name, helping him rid him of his clothes as best as he can without wriggling his hips too much.
he doesn't mean or want to rush kwang. not when this feels so good, when his mouth is perfect. ]
Better, [ he mumbles, lips quirking, hoping to amuse kwang a little. ]
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he doesn't mean or want to rush kwang. not when this feels so good, when his mouth is perfect. ]
Better, [ he mumbles, lips quirking, hoping to amuse kwang a little. ]