[ Myung hums, fingers putting pressure at different intervals along the length of Junsu's cock, like he's playing a melody on him, before he tips forward a little, thrusting his hips against Junsu's thigh, getting some friction against his own erection, even through his sweats.
He doesn't want to lose focus before he's gotten Junsu off, but - this feels too good to deny. He'd edging himself, keeping himself going, even if he feels too hot for once, his shirt constricting, despite how big it is on him. He swipes his thumb over the head of Junsu's cock, eyes flicking up to his face. ]
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He doesn't want to lose focus before he's gotten Junsu off, but - this feels too good to deny. He'd edging himself, keeping himself going, even if he feels too hot for once, his shirt constricting, despite how big it is on him. He swipes his thumb over the head of Junsu's cock, eyes flicking up to his face. ]
Want you to feel good.