[ He'd come in, expecting a little makeout session, a bit of groping maybe, at best, but not that. Not this slow build-up, not the two of them looking at each other quite like that (he wasn't joking; Junsu's eyes are intense), not his hands being guided down to Junsu's crotch.
Myung swallows visibly, around the beat of his heart that's suddenly skyrocketed in his chest, and he nods. They did talk about nipples, didn't they? With a newfound determination, Myung moves one hand up Junsu's chest again, the goal obviously to gather his shirt under his arms, exposing him, while his other hand moves down, pressing the heel of his hand against the other's crotch, rubbing through the fabric of his pants.
And then he leans down again, mouth finding a nipple immediately, tongue flicking against it as his fingers brush against the other one. ]
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Myung swallows visibly, around the beat of his heart that's suddenly skyrocketed in his chest, and he nods. They did talk about nipples, didn't they? With a newfound determination, Myung moves one hand up Junsu's chest again, the goal obviously to gather his shirt under his arms, exposing him, while his other hand moves down, pressing the heel of his hand against the other's crotch, rubbing through the fabric of his pants.
And then he leans down again, mouth finding a nipple immediately, tongue flicking against it as his fingers brush against the other one. ]