[ Kwang grins, an amused huff escaping him, and he goes deep once more before he pulls off all the way, lips shiny with spit, red with use. He wraps his hand around Junsu for a moment, as he looks at his boyfriend intently. ]
What do you want? Rough and fast? D'you want to come against the back of my throat? You gotta ask for it, baby...
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What do you want? Rough and fast? D'you want to come against the back of my throat? You gotta ask for it, baby...