[because just hearing junsu say that, the praise and affection in his words, it makes something warm and almost sparkling rush through him.
minsu licks him again, presses his lips against his hole before returning with his tongue. he knows he's good at this, he's good at...most things, when he sets his mind to it. but there's always been a little bit of desperation in sex for him, a little fear of rejection that motivate him. it's not there with junsu. minsu feels like maybe he can enjoy it the way it's meant to be, giving pleasure to someone because he wants them to feel good. receiving some of it back without feeling like he's asking for too much. knowing that the person he's sharing himself with cares as much for him as minsu does for them...it draws as much of a sound out of him as junsu's taste does.
his hand slips under junsu's hips, lifted a little to meet his mouth, and wraps his fingers around his cock.]
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[because just hearing junsu say that, the praise and affection in his words, it makes something warm and almost sparkling rush through him.
minsu licks him again, presses his lips against his hole before returning with his tongue. he knows he's good at this, he's good at...most things, when he sets his mind to it. but there's always been a little bit of desperation in sex for him, a little fear of rejection that motivate him. it's not there with junsu. minsu feels like maybe he can enjoy it the way it's meant to be, giving pleasure to someone because he wants them to feel good. receiving some of it back without feeling like he's asking for too much. knowing that the person he's sharing himself with cares as much for him as minsu does for them...it draws as much of a sound out of him as junsu's taste does.
his hand slips under junsu's hips, lifted a little to meet his mouth, and wraps his fingers around his cock.]