[ these are words he wasn't sure he'd ever hear, and here they are, repeated, in minsu's voice, aimed at him, meaning what he means when he says them. maybe it's too fast, but he doesn't care. there's been something with minsu since the day he came into the house, even if minsu might not have known at first.
junsu's had his eye on him, watching, wanting, yearning, a little.
and now they're here, and he feels choked up with it, loved, precious, wanted. without having to present himself in such and such a way to get that result with who he's with. he didn't have to do anything except be himself. be free. knowing it was safe.
his hand cards through minsu's hair as he kisses down his body, squirming beneath him like he can't wait, like he knows what's coming is going to be even more incredible than everything they've shared so far. ]
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junsu's had his eye on him, watching, wanting, yearning, a little.
and now they're here, and he feels choked up with it, loved, precious, wanted. without having to present himself in such and such a way to get that result with who he's with. he didn't have to do anything except be himself. be free. knowing it was safe.
his hand cards through minsu's hair as he kisses down his body, squirming beneath him like he can't wait, like he knows what's coming is going to be even more incredible than everything they've shared so far. ]
I'm so greedy. I want it all.