[ It takes some planning. First of all, Myung needs some extra cash, which means he has to sneak out of the house again, and this time he is extra careful with it, doesn't want anyone to tell him off, because it hasn't been that long, but he has... plans.
Then, he goes shopping. That's the hardest part, because he has to make vague shapes at sales assistants to try and determine really the best size for Junsu, and he has to walk around with his shoulders hunched and his hat low on his head to hide his hair, trying his best to keep his cool.
He manages, in the end. He gets afewthings, and gets them all wrapped up nicely in a dark blue box, with a white bow, and gets it back to the house safely tucked under his hoodie, protected, his palms sweating a little. He makes sure Junsu's room is empty when he drops the box there, without a note or anything. He's sure Junsu will know who has gifted him with those, after all.
And then he makes his escape to his own room, his cheeks and ears red, and proceeds to lose himself in the piano for a while, to try and forget that he might have made a big fool of himself. ]
[ junsu rushes to the box the moment he notices it, already having an idea of what it might contain. he's right, and the pieces are not only gorgeous, but kind of turning him on to even look at. because myung thought of him in them. and chose them for him, specifically.
he wants to rush to him to say thank you, thinks he should play a little first. so he puts the second pair on, puts his pants back on but leaves them unbuttoned, and takes a picture from the neck down. the fabric peeking from his open pants, his hand by his navel, one finger beneath the waistband.
[ Oh, fuck. Myung thought of a few possible scenarios, but not one where Junsu turned the tables on him, again, and sent him a selfie in the same spirit of the one Myung sent him when this whole thing started.
It's obscene, in the sexiest way possible, and Myung can't help the noise he lets out as he looks at the picture. ]
[ They do look so flimsy, and ready to just tear under the strain of Junsu's cock. Myung slams a hand down on the piano, the noise discordant, making him wince. But he doesn't care, the notes are still ringing in the room as he leaves it, not wasting much time to go upstairs and to Junsu's room.
He peeks in at the same time as he knocks, struck dumb by the view of Junsu's ass in the panties, the small holes making it so incredibly tantalizing. ]
Holy shit. [ He has to say it again, standing there dumbly. ]
[ it's different now that myung's here. it felt hot and a little powerful to text about this, but now he's standing in them and myung's frozen, and junsu's cheeks flush slightly. he fidgets.
[ Myung feels a little dumbstruck for a moment, his heart hammering in his chest. He expected that he'd be pretty fucked by the mere image of Junsu in such panties, but he also, somehow, almost didn't expect it to happen at all. He thought Junsu would laugh the present off, kiss Myung, maybe, thank him, and then forget about it.
There was a part of him that was struggling to believe this was his life.
But then, Junsu makes that face, that face, and Myung steps fully into the room, kicking the door closed before he moves closer, reaching Junsu in just a few steps, immediately pressing himself against Junsu's back, one arm wrapping around his middle, his other hand cupping him through the panties.
[ he giggles, reaching his arm back to rest his hand on the back of myung's neck, pressing himself against his back, his barely covered ass over his crotch. he moans at the touch of his hand, breathless already. it's hot, to feel hot. to do something so simple that has such an effect on someone he cares about so much.
he feels sexy, and myung sounds like he's losing it, and junsu wants to see how much more of an effect he can have. ]
Thought I'd burst right through them if I got hard.
[ Myung nods, his nose against Junsu's skin, looking down along his chest at his own hand, covering mesh and a cute tiny pink bow and Junsu's cock and, jesus fuck. He is way too weak for this.
Junsu is sexy, and Myung is definitely losing it. ]
I thought it'd be too much, the ass with the holes and the mesh but. Shit, no, you look perfect. I might genuinely destroy them, though, it does look like they're about to give up the ghost.
[ And how is he supposed to not try and get his fingers or his tongue or his dick past these holes at the back? He's not going to be able to resist. He trails his fingers down along Junsu's cock now, a little more intent, and rolls his hips against Junsu's ass, keeping him close with his other arm. ]
[ he laughs, soft and airy but warm, hot, too. that touch feels good. myung's erection against his ass does too. he presses back against him, drops his head back on his shoulder. ]
I'd be disappointed if they didn't.
[ the point of these is to do something hot, sexy, thrilling for them both, isn't it? it's something myung fantasizes about, and junsu wants it to be amazing, intense sex. he wouldn't expect anything else, indulging in something like this together. ]
[ Myung groans softly, nodding as he presses his lips along Junsu's neck a little harder, keeping him encased between his hand and his cock for now, feeling the flimsy material under his fingers. ]
Wanna get on your hands and knees for me, then?
[ It's not an order, Myung keeping his voice soft, gentle, the words pressed just under Junsu's ear. ]
I'm still wearing your underwear, by the way. Feels fair I replace some of it.
[ junsu laughs softly under his breath, giving his ass one last wiggle against myung's crotch before he gets onto the bed, dutifully on his hands and knees. ]
I might like these better.
[ but it's also kind of hot to know myung's wearing his own underwear while this is happening.
Sad that these particular ones are probably not going to last long.
[ Maybe he should have bought a multipack of them. Does that exist for fancy lingerie? Just one of these things he's going to have to investigate, looks like.
Myung closes his hands into fists for a second as Junsu climbs on the bed, showing himself off. His throat has gone dry. ]
So goddamn hot. [ He can only look for a second longer before he's kneeling behind Junsu and grabbing handfuls of his ass, leaning in to sneak his tongue past one of the heart-shaped holes to lick at him, not wasting another moment. ]
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Then, he goes shopping. That's the hardest part, because he has to make vague shapes at sales assistants to try and determine really the best size for Junsu, and he has to walk around with his shoulders hunched and his hat low on his head to hide his hair, trying his best to keep his cool.
He manages, in the end. He gets a few things, and gets them all wrapped up nicely in a dark blue box, with a white bow, and gets it back to the house safely tucked under his hoodie, protected, his palms sweating a little. He makes sure Junsu's room is empty when he drops the box there, without a note or anything. He's sure Junsu will know who has gifted him with those, after all.
And then he makes his escape to his own room, his cheeks and ears red, and proceeds to lose himself in the piano for a while, to try and forget that he might have made a big fool of himself. ]
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he wants to rush to him to say thank you, thinks he should play a little first. so he puts the second pair on, puts his pants back on but leaves them unbuttoned, and takes a picture from the neck down. the fabric peeking from his open pants, his hand by his navel, one finger beneath the waistband.
and he texts it to him. ]
theyre perfect
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It's obscene, in the sexiest way possible, and Myung can't help the noise he lets out as he looks at the picture. ]
holy shit
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looks good, right?
[ he sends another picture, this time the pants are gone, it's just the underwear, the shape of him in the mesh. ]
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are you - you like them, then?
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[ the next picture is just want myung wanted to see, the fabric straining to contain him, getting hard under the mesh. ]
you should come here before they rip
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[ They do look so flimsy, and ready to just tear under the strain of Junsu's cock. Myung slams a hand down on the piano, the noise discordant, making him wince. But he doesn't care, the notes are still ringing in the room as he leaves it, not wasting much time to go upstairs and to Junsu's room.
He peeks in at the same time as he knocks, struck dumb by the view of Junsu's ass in the panties, the small holes making it so incredibly tantalizing. ]
Holy shit. [ He has to say it again, standing there dumbly. ]
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[ it's different now that myung's here. it felt hot and a little powerful to text about this, but now he's standing in them and myung's frozen, and junsu's cheeks flush slightly. he fidgets.
pouts, even, a bit impatient and needy. ]
Come touch me instead of standing there.
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There was a part of him that was struggling to believe this was his life.
But then, Junsu makes that face, that face, and Myung steps fully into the room, kicking the door closed before he moves closer, reaching Junsu in just a few steps, immediately pressing himself against Junsu's back, one arm wrapping around his middle, his other hand cupping him through the panties.
He presses his lips to Junsu's shoulder. ]
Hottest goddamn thing I've ever seen.
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[ he giggles, reaching his arm back to rest his hand on the back of myung's neck, pressing himself against his back, his barely covered ass over his crotch. he moans at the touch of his hand, breathless already. it's hot, to feel hot. to do something so simple that has such an effect on someone he cares about so much.
he feels sexy, and myung sounds like he's losing it, and junsu wants to see how much more of an effect he can have. ]
Thought I'd burst right through them if I got hard.
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Junsu is sexy, and Myung is definitely losing it. ]
I thought it'd be too much, the ass with the holes and the mesh but. Shit, no, you look perfect. I might genuinely destroy them, though, it does look like they're about to give up the ghost.
[ And how is he supposed to not try and get his fingers or his tongue or his dick past these holes at the back? He's not going to be able to resist. He trails his fingers down along Junsu's cock now, a little more intent, and rolls his hips against Junsu's ass, keeping him close with his other arm. ]
Would you mind? If they got ruined?
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[ he laughs, soft and airy but warm, hot, too. that touch feels good. myung's erection against his ass does too. he presses back against him, drops his head back on his shoulder. ]
I'd be disappointed if they didn't.
[ the point of these is to do something hot, sexy, thrilling for them both, isn't it? it's something myung fantasizes about, and junsu wants it to be amazing, intense sex. he wouldn't expect anything else, indulging in something like this together. ]
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Wanna get on your hands and knees for me, then?
[ It's not an order, Myung keeping his voice soft, gentle, the words pressed just under Junsu's ear. ]
I'm still wearing your underwear, by the way. Feels fair I replace some of it.
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I might like these better.
[ but it's also kind of hot to know myung's wearing his own underwear while this is happening.
he glances over his shoulder, eyeing myung. ]
How do I look?
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[ Maybe he should have bought a multipack of them. Does that exist for fancy lingerie? Just one of these things he's going to have to investigate, looks like.
Myung closes his hands into fists for a second as Junsu climbs on the bed, showing himself off. His throat has gone dry. ]
So goddamn hot. [ He can only look for a second longer before he's kneeling behind Junsu and grabbing handfuls of his ass, leaning in to sneak his tongue past one of the heart-shaped holes to lick at him, not wasting another moment. ]