[ junsu gasps and cries out at the new pace, his squirming intensifying, limbs shifting and twisting in the sheets. he doesn't move his hips too much, lets kwang do the work, lets himself feel his mouth work over and around him, his throat too, rather than taking charge.
heat builds in his stomach, faster and faster, faster still when junsu watches kwang. ]
Fuck, [ he whines, strained and hoarse, so close now it feels inevitable. both his hands curl in kwang's hair, and he bucks his hips once, twice. ] Close, baby, so close —
[ which really was more that he was on the very edge, because he comes a second later, body tensing up and kwang's name on his lips, breathless whispers and a last twitch before he falls back, boneless. ]
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heat builds in his stomach, faster and faster, faster still when junsu watches kwang. ]
Fuck, [ he whines, strained and hoarse, so close now it feels inevitable. both his hands curl in kwang's hair, and he bucks his hips once, twice. ] Close, baby, so close —
[ which really was more that he was on the very edge, because he comes a second later, body tensing up and kwang's name on his lips, breathless whispers and a last twitch before he falls back, boneless. ]