[ he's definitely better now that he has more room to work with. junsu didn't think he'd been bad before, either. he arches against his hand, as much as he dares without pushing myung off his thigh. he wants him to stay there. it's hot, feeling his erection against his leg like that, knowing myung is getting off to this too.
he doesn't have to worry about being unfocused or junsu feeling good. ]
I do — fuck, Myung. [ his face is flushed, body tense and a little squirmy, on edge. he can't seem to know where to put his hands. it feels good, good enough he doesn't want to hold off, wants to come rather than resist. but he wants something else too. ]
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he doesn't have to worry about being unfocused or junsu feeling good. ]
I do — fuck, Myung. [ his face is flushed, body tense and a little squirmy, on edge. he can't seem to know where to put his hands. it feels good, good enough he doesn't want to hold off, wants to come rather than resist. but he wants something else too. ]
I want to see you get off too.