[ Myung almost whines when Junsu pulls away, managing to reduce the noise to a small noise of disappointment instead, but feeling it throughout his body anyway. He wants to protest and to lean in again, but then Junsu's moving, and pulling Myung on top of him, and -
Well. Okay then. ]
So are you. [ It's a whisper, Myung's cheeks feeling hot as he settles on top of Junsu, pulling back until he's more or less kneeling over him, his hands sliding under the hem of Junsu's shirt, brushing the waistband of his pants before flattening over his stomach, fabric bunching up around his wrists. ]
How much? How much can I touch you? [ Someone in this room is very, very greedy. ]
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Well. Okay then. ]
So are you. [ It's a whisper, Myung's cheeks feeling hot as he settles on top of Junsu, pulling back until he's more or less kneeling over him, his hands sliding under the hem of Junsu's shirt, brushing the waistband of his pants before flattening over his stomach, fabric bunching up around his wrists. ]
How much? How much can I touch you? [ Someone in this room is very, very greedy. ]