[ junsu laughs, stopping only when kwang is kissing him. so he can kiss back and return that same electricity and anticipation, the sneakiness and thrill of doing this somewhere they shouldn't. his hand curls in kwang's hair, hand at the small of his back pulling him flush against him.
he lets out a little sound. soft, quiet. giggling breathlessly into the kiss when he remembers he has to be quiet. ]
What if I'm too loud?
[ he's never been very quiet in bed to begin with... ]
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he lets out a little sound. soft, quiet. giggling breathlessly into the kiss when he remembers he has to be quiet. ]
What if I'm too loud?
[ he's never been very quiet in bed to begin with... ]