[ junsu's smile is bigger than ever. he brings them to his face and takes a deep breath, smelling them with a nod before he carefully places them on the bedside table, so they'll smell good when he's lying down on the bed. speaking of... ]
Come sit with me, baby.
[ he takes minsu's hand, tugging him toward the bed. being around minsu and not touching him is kind of a struggle, whether it's a light touch, the press of shoulders, or something more charged and heated.
so he wants him close. the open door comment is partly selfish too. ]
[it just slips out when junsu brings the flowers up and breathes them in. but it was beautiful, and junsu knows that he's beautiful, right? no biggie.
minsu never shrugs off a touch, especially not when it's a nice, welcomed one. junsu's always meet those qualifications and then some, causing something warm and exciting and new to tingle and stir inside of him. minsu's been blaming it on simple arousal, knowing well the difference all along.]
Okay. Oh, and - if you ever want me. Day or night.
[well that sounds exactly the way that minsu meant it and not. he doesn't want to take it back, he doesn't know how to untangle it.]
[ junsu laughs, almost a giggle as he tugs minsu onto the bed with him, sitting with his back against the wall and making sure there's room for minsu next to him.
he doesn't let go of him yet, though, arm hooking with minsu's. it's nice he clarified, because his feelings for him go beyond wanting to stick to casual, no strings attached sex. he would've been a little sad, if that was all minsu wanted.
but it's now. so he feels warm, happy. ]
I like being with you too. [ he looks up at him with a fond smile. ] You make me feel safe, you know.
[that word surprises him and it shows, but in a way that makes him curious. he wants to know more...wants to know more about junsu completely.
but yes he's tall, he has broad shoulders and a strong body. but he's shit at fighting, better at running, but then minsu looks at him. for him-]
You are safe with me. [he glances down at their arms, and then sheepishly slots his fingers between junsu's. minsu takes a deep breath.] And you make me...happy. Like really happy. The kind that lasts.
[he's panicking, damp at his temples. he feels sick. did he just confess? it sort of sounded like a confession, and he's not sure whether junsu picking up on it or not picking up on it scares him more.]
[ oh. junsu isn't quite sure what minsu's going for, but his heart rate picks up, just a little. he tries to make minsu happy. he really does. he cares about that, significantly so, more so than himself, which is sometimes hard to achieve. but with minsu, even if his secret was revealed, it wouldn't be dangerous.
he kind of wants to tell him, even.
not right now, because he's trying to piece together what minsu said and the nervous, panicked look in his eyes. ]
The kind that lasts?
[ he prompts, gently, asking for more. his thumb strokes the back of minsu's hand. it's okay. i'm here, it says. ]
[it's hard to turn back now, with junsu listening, waiting. and didn't he kind of come to his room to tell him this in the first place? or maybe he just wanted a reason to come to his room, also possible.
for a moment, minsu just allows himself the warmth of junsu's hand, the comfort of his touch. it tells him that he's safe with junsu too.]
Ah...usually, you know. I'm happy when I'm with someone, when I spend the night. [he doesn't know why he suddenly feels a little awkward talking about this, when everyone in the house is free and open. but he does. maybe because he's telling junsu something that no one else knows.] With you, I'm still happy after I leave, and for the rest of the day. Every time I think about being with you...I'm happy.
[ he doesn't really want to get his hopes up. there are a lot of people in this house, and a lot of them like each other, sleep together, make each other happy in different ways. minsu might not be saying anything special.
it feels like it, though. from the slight awkwardness of him.
he wants it to mean something special. he wants to be special to somebody and if that person is minsu, he thinks he might be a kind of happy he wasn't sure he could ever achieve. ]
I know just what you mean. [ he looks... happy, hopeful. a bit thoughtful, thinking of his own feelings with minsu and in his absence. how much he wants to gravitate towards him, like it's the natural order of things. ]
[junsu is so nice. he's so nice and kind. even when they sleep together, junsu is different. minsu finds himself wanting to come to him more and more, sometimes coming to the door only to find him already with someone else. in the past, minsu would just find another room, someone else to help him keep the loneliness at bay, someone else's arms to fall asleep in.
lately, he finds that he can't always fall asleep at someone else's side. instead he lies awake, thinking of junsu. twice this week he's just gone back to his own room.
junsu is nice, but he shouldn't mistake for more than it is. he's just asking for heartbreak that way.
but how could minsu not get his hopes up when the other boy agrees with him. he swallows hard and studies his face for a moment.]
Could you...this is going to sound weird, but could you maybe say my name?
[ not asking minsu what he means by this, what he's saying, it's hard. he doesn't want to rush him, doesn't want to pressure him, and most of all doesn't want to say something about this if he's completely wrong. he'd be so humiliated if he assumed minsu was confessing the same kind of feelings he has for him.
minsu's been coming to him a lot, but that doesn't have to mean anything. junsu wishes he'd come every night. when they're all having breakfast, junsu wishes the chair next to him was always free because everyone knows it's minsu's seat. he wishes they could eat side by side as the sun came in through the window, every morning.
he can't take his eyes off of him right now, and he tends not to want to take them off of him ever. ]
It's not weird.
[ he touches minsu's cheek, thumb tracing over his cheekbone. ]
[minsu exhales when junsu touches him, when he says his name. minsu used to delight in the sweet little things that junsu called him, still does. but he's started to notice that he calls other people by them too. and minsu...gods help him, he wants to be special. and when junsu breathes his name when they're tangled together, that's when he -feels- special.
he uses the momentum of this feeling to push him closer, into junsu's space and onto his lap, bracketing him against the wall while he kisses him. he hasn't given up on his words, but minsu's letting the kiss speak for him right now, going from open and hungry to repeated little pecks against his mouth.
minsu keeps his eyes closed as he catches his breath, but he knows he needs to open them before he speaks his next words. junsu needs to see the truth in his eyes.]
It's more than just being happy. It's more, with you it's more.
[ eventually, minsu will notice that junsu saves honey for him. he uses it rarely in the first place, but with minsu it comes naturally, reflects the golden, sweet warmth that minsu brings to his life. it's all he can think about when minsu gets into his lap and kisses him like this, hands going up minsu's shirt to touch at his back.
he's a bit breathless after, watching minsu without looking anywhere else but his eyes, his nose, his mouth.
he's really saying what junsu thinks he's saying. ]
Minsu... [ he's so happy. and scared, too, but very little, only a bit of nerves, mostly — mostly he's happy.
more than happy. just more. ] Yes. It's more, with you.
[ he touches minsu's face now, tracing a finger along his bottom lip. ]
[there's a little hiccup of breath. not a sob, but it wouldn't take much to become one. it's what minsu was longing to hear, but now that he's heard it, he doesn't even know what to do with it. he doesn't know what to say next, or if he should be doing something.]
I've never been anyone's favorite anything. I wasn't even my parent's favorite son.
[it's a bit of a joke, since he was their only son. minsu gives a lopsided smile, but he's snapped out of his daze enough that kissing seems like a good idea. kissing is easy and familiar. minsu wraps his arms around him, licking at junsu's mouth, pressing soft kisses against softer lips until he lets him in. ]
[ that makes junsu's heart hurt a bit, but he gets it, and he hopes... he really hopes... that he can make that kind of statement something of the past. if they make each other happy enough, everything else will be less important, right? that makes sense, right?
thoughts melt away when minsu kisses him, junsu's hand exploring the small of his back, palm brushing over skin as he parts his lips easily, eagerly. welcoming.
is this really happening? does he really mean something special to minsu, just as minsu means to him? and are they kissing now, knowing that about each other?
he lets out a breath through his nose, whining into the kiss and pressing back against it with more slow, charged insistence. if this is really happening, he wants to feel it. he wants it to be unforgettable. he wants to kiss and kiss until their lips are sore, then he wants to ask minsu if this means junsu can be his. ]
[minsu's heart pounds faster. he's wondering the same thing, suddenly wondering if he expressed his feelings enough, if junsu's aware of the strength of them. he didn't spell out that he feels warm all over when junsu just walks into the room. he didn't tell him how much it means when they just lie together on the bed, fingers tangling as they talk and laugh about the smallest things. minsu told him about the happy feeling, but not about how he also felt safe and calm with junsu. how he could just be himself. how he could just be himself and still feel like he's worth something. there's a bond there and with him.
he's flushed and breathless by the time the kiss breaks, but he still clings to junsu. minsu tries to press closer, bringing their forehead together.]
Show me how it feels when it's more. I've never...
[minsu swallows hard. it's going to be different, and that's exciting and only a little bit scary. minsu's kissing him again, rocking against his lap, restless but letting junsu have control of him.]
[ junsu doesn't want to be scared, so before he does anything, he takes the time to kiss minsu. soft and slow but deep, too. meant to make him want to melt, all while junsu's hand slides higher up his back, fingertips brushing at his spine. the rocking has him making a soft sound even though it's far from the best way to get friction between them right now.
it's electric for other reasons. for what minsu said.
it's more. junsu isn't sure he knows what that's like, either, except he feels it with minsu.
when he breaks the kiss, face a little flushed, he shifts his grip so both his arms are around minsu, then moves forward to lie him back on the bed. he slots himself between minsu's legs, finding his eyes as he slowly rocks against him, now a lot more intense than before in spite of the layers of clothing in their way. ]
I can show you, [ he says. ] I think it's been there from the start.
[ a quiet confession between two rolls of his hips, hands now tugging at minsu's shirt so he'll get it off, then working his pants open. ]
[he wants to focus on everything at once, commit every little detail of this moment to memory. the way junsu tastes, the sound of his breath. minsu slides his hand against his chest until he can feel the beat of junsu's heart against his palm. all of that is a part of this feeling that he can only describe as "more".
minsu's mouth falls open as junsu lays him back and rocks against him. even with their clothes in the way, he can still recognize the hard line of him. he feels his cock start to swell. he moves against him, wondering at how perfectly their bodies have always worked together, but the rolling of his hips pauses for a moment.]
From the beginning, really? Oh-
[something in minsu's expression breaks, leaves him vulnerable. so that's why it felt different with junsu, all along and until it brought him here. he rises up from the mattress to help with his shirt, but he's probably more of a distraction than anything when he starts kissing junsu again.]
[ junsu wishes he was magic, now, so he could rid them both of their clothing with a flick of the wrist and not have to stop kissing minsu. they've done this before, more than once, but it's different now, different when minsu kisses him and they both know it means more, is more, than when they kiss anyone else.
his heart beats hard and fast in his chest as he keeps kissing minsu while tugging his arms out of the shirt, finally breaking the kiss just to get it over his head. he throws it aside, hands returning to minsu's waistband. rolling his hips again, slow, just once before he has to shift away to get his pants off. ]
From the beginning, [ he echoes, pressing a kiss to minsu's cheek before he's scooting back and taking his pants with him. once they're kicked off, his hands roam minsu's body, chest and tracing tattoos and the line of his hips. ]
[why is he trembling, and how long has he been trembling before he notices it. minsu tries to stay still, curl his fingers into the sheets beneath him and focus on junsu and his touch. but he feels like a live wire, or maybe an exposed nerve.
neither. he's not going to hurt junsu, and junsu's not going to hurt him. minsu trusts him too much for that, so he breathes out, closes his eyes for a moment. when he opens them again, junsu is still there.]
Ah...I thought I might be dreaming.
[it's embarrassing to admit, but at least he can laugh at himself.]
[ junsu's touch is trying to ease some of that trembling, but he feels some of it himself. if he lifts his hands from minsu, he can even see it in the jitter of his fingers. it's because it means so much.
he leans down to kiss minsu, to whisper against his lips as he settles between his legs. ]
You're not dreaming. I'm here. [ the kiss moves to minsu's chin, jaw, cheek again. he can't help it. he wants to cover minsu in affection and attention and love. he wants to see him glow. he wants to look at him from across the room and for their gaze to be full of the things they share, just the two of them. ]
You dreamt about me? [ there's a bit of awe in his eyes now, as he rolls his thumb over minsu's nipple, looking down at him and thinking about this. had minsu dreamt this? specifically?
[minsu sighs, tipping his head forward until it touches the other boy's. his touch is doing exactly that, easing his nervousness. it doesn't help much with making this seem less like a dream, so minsu presses his hand against his cheek, the one that he takes and kisses when he seems that junsu's hands are shaking a little too. the warmth of it reassures him.]
Hmm... [he lies back against the bed, arching gently. when he smiles at him, it's more relaxed, with eyelashes at half-mast and some of the glow that junsu was hoping for on his skin.] Most of the time, there's no faces.
[not for dreams where...well, not for dreams like that.]
With you it's always you. I always see you. And I always wake up with my sheets in a mess.
[he laughs at that, at himself. but these are the confessions he wants to share with junsu know. these are the not-so-little things he wants him to know.]
[ the fond, loving smile on junsu's face says plenty about what he thinks about this. minsu laughs, and junsu does softly too, light and tinkling as he leans in to press a kiss to his cheek. his hands keep roaming.
minsu looks relaxed, like putty. junsu wants to bask in this a little longer. ]
Must be nice dreams. [ little smirk. ] Should call me when you get those, honey.
[ his kisses move down minsu's next to his chest, and this time it's a tongue that swipes over a nipple, junsu humming softly before he looks up at minsu again. ]
[minsu likes the thought of that already, junsu coming to him in the darkness when everything is still a little bit like a dream, slipping into his bed and fucking until the sun rises. until everyone gives up on breakfast and resorts to eating whatever they can find.
he moans softly at the wet softness of junsu's tongue. minsu's already touching him by sliding his hands across his shoulders and down his arms.]
I do. Wanna strip you down and love you in every way that I can. [with his eyes and his mouth and his hands. minsu can put his entire body into adoring junsu.] Just you.
[ his heart shouldn't be racing over getting undressed, but god, it is. it's racing faster than he can remember it ever doing before. minsu wants to love him. just him.
he surges toward minsu's mouth, kissing him hard, already breathless. ]
Please do. Undress me. Love me.
[ embarrassing to sound like he needs it so much, but he does, and there's no one he wants it from more than minsu. minsu is what keeps him afloat, the person he turns to, who always understands, who always does and says the right things and who is so good inside and out that for once junsu isn't thinking about himself when he's with him, but only about what he can do so minsu is happy, smiling, safe.
but maybe he's a little greedy too. he rolls his hips down, still clothed but wanting minsu to feel him. ]
[minsu makes a soft sound into the kiss. he doesn't want it to end, and he knows from experience that he can get junsu's clothes off of him without without breaking that contact. but tonight's not for something rushed like that, and minsu hears the same sentiment in junsu's words.
only him. minsu feels only him from the press of junsu's hips. it makes his head tip back a little, makes a gasp slip past lips that are still shiny and dark from their kiss. there feels like there's something more to those words. minsu knows that he's not imagining it now, and maybe junsu meant for just tonight. but tonight is all minsu's really focused on anyway.
he sits up, removing one article of junsu's clothing at a time. he's good at this, making people feel wanted, giving them all of his attention. it's real now. minsu genuinely adores every inch of skin that's revealed to him, one hand gently pushing junsu back before working his pants down over his hips, trailing kisses along his stomach, lower, until he stops at the base of his cock. he feels like he can finally do this properly once he has him naked, sliding back up to continue the kiss that started this.]
[ junsu bites his lip the whole time minsu's undressing him, breathing a little uneven just from that as he his hand fusses at the sheets, the other going from minsu's arm to his hair, not knowing where to rest. he wants to touch minsu everywhere. he wants to feel him everywhere.
junsu gasps when minsu kisses so low and yet comes back up, but he's patient. for this, his patience is infinite. to kiss minsu is just as good as having his mouth on his cock, if not better. everything counts, because this isn't about forgetting who he is, what he's lying about. it isn't about forgetting that his feelings for minsu are growing and might not be returned.
it's about loving each other.
his eyes widen, lips parted as he takes in those words. ]
Now I'm the one that feels like he's dreaming.
[ he takes minsu's face into his hands, tracing his features with his eyes, over and over. how can he say what this means to him? what minsu means to him? ]
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[ junsu's smile is bigger than ever. he brings them to his face and takes a deep breath, smelling them with a nod before he carefully places them on the bedside table, so they'll smell good when he's lying down on the bed. speaking of... ]
Come sit with me, baby.
[ he takes minsu's hand, tugging him toward the bed. being around minsu and not touching him is kind of a struggle, whether it's a light touch, the press of shoulders, or something more charged and heated.
so he wants him close. the open door comment is partly selfish too. ]
Anytime, okay? Night or day, for you.
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[it just slips out when junsu brings the flowers up and breathes them in. but it was beautiful, and junsu knows that he's beautiful, right? no biggie.
minsu never shrugs off a touch, especially not when it's a nice, welcomed one. junsu's always meet those qualifications and then some, causing something warm and exciting and new to tingle and stir inside of him. minsu's been blaming it on simple arousal, knowing well the difference all along.]
Okay. Oh, and - if you ever want me. Day or night.
[well that sounds exactly the way that minsu meant it and not. he doesn't want to take it back, he doesn't know how to untangle it.]
For anything. I just like being with you.
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he doesn't let go of him yet, though, arm hooking with minsu's. it's nice he clarified, because his feelings for him go beyond wanting to stick to casual, no strings attached sex. he would've been a little sad, if that was all minsu wanted.
but it's now. so he feels warm, happy. ]
I like being with you too. [ he looks up at him with a fond smile. ] You make me feel safe, you know.
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[that word surprises him and it shows, but in a way that makes him curious. he wants to know more...wants to know more about junsu completely.
but yes he's tall, he has broad shoulders and a strong body. but he's shit at fighting, better at running, but then minsu looks at him. for him-]
You are safe with me. [he glances down at their arms, and then sheepishly slots his fingers between junsu's. minsu takes a deep breath.] And you make me...happy. Like really happy. The kind that lasts.
[he's panicking, damp at his temples. he feels sick. did he just confess? it sort of sounded like a confession, and he's not sure whether junsu picking up on it or not picking up on it scares him more.]
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he kind of wants to tell him, even.
not right now, because he's trying to piece together what minsu said and the nervous, panicked look in his eyes. ]
The kind that lasts?
[ he prompts, gently, asking for more. his thumb strokes the back of minsu's hand. it's okay. i'm here, it says. ]
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[it's hard to turn back now, with junsu listening, waiting. and didn't he kind of come to his room to tell him this in the first place? or maybe he just wanted a reason to come to his room, also possible.
for a moment, minsu just allows himself the warmth of junsu's hand, the comfort of his touch. it tells him that he's safe with junsu too.]
Ah...usually, you know. I'm happy when I'm with someone, when I spend the night. [he doesn't know why he suddenly feels a little awkward talking about this, when everyone in the house is free and open. but he does. maybe because he's telling junsu something that no one else knows.] With you, I'm still happy after I leave, and for the rest of the day. Every time I think about being with you...I'm happy.
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it feels like it, though. from the slight awkwardness of him.
he wants it to mean something special. he wants to be special to somebody and if that person is minsu, he thinks he might be a kind of happy he wasn't sure he could ever achieve. ]
I know just what you mean. [ he looks... happy, hopeful. a bit thoughtful, thinking of his own feelings with minsu and in his absence. how much he wants to gravitate towards him, like it's the natural order of things. ]
Yeah. Me too, honey.
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lately, he finds that he can't always fall asleep at someone else's side. instead he lies awake, thinking of junsu. twice this week he's just gone back to his own room.
junsu is nice, but he shouldn't mistake for more than it is. he's just asking for heartbreak that way.
but how could minsu not get his hopes up when the other boy agrees with him. he swallows hard and studies his face for a moment.]
Could you...this is going to sound weird, but could you maybe say my name?
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minsu's been coming to him a lot, but that doesn't have to mean anything. junsu wishes he'd come every night. when they're all having breakfast, junsu wishes the chair next to him was always free because everyone knows it's minsu's seat. he wishes they could eat side by side as the sun came in through the window, every morning.
he can't take his eyes off of him right now, and he tends not to want to take them off of him ever. ]
It's not weird.
[ he touches minsu's cheek, thumb tracing over his cheekbone. ]
Minsu.
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he uses the momentum of this feeling to push him closer, into junsu's space and onto his lap, bracketing him against the wall while he kisses him. he hasn't given up on his words, but minsu's letting the kiss speak for him right now, going from open and hungry to repeated little pecks against his mouth.
minsu keeps his eyes closed as he catches his breath, but he knows he needs to open them before he speaks his next words. junsu needs to see the truth in his eyes.]
It's more than just being happy. It's more, with you it's more.
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he's a bit breathless after, watching minsu without looking anywhere else but his eyes, his nose, his mouth.
he's really saying what junsu thinks he's saying. ]
Minsu... [ he's so happy. and scared, too, but very little, only a bit of nerves, mostly — mostly he's happy.
more than happy. just more. ] Yes. It's more, with you.
[ he touches minsu's face now, tracing a finger along his bottom lip. ]
You're my favorite.
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[there's a little hiccup of breath. not a sob, but it wouldn't take much to become one. it's what minsu was longing to hear, but now that he's heard it, he doesn't even know what to do with it. he doesn't know what to say next, or if he should be doing something.]
I've never been anyone's favorite anything. I wasn't even my parent's favorite son.
[it's a bit of a joke, since he was their only son. minsu gives a lopsided smile, but he's snapped out of his daze enough that kissing seems like a good idea. kissing is easy and familiar. minsu wraps his arms around him, licking at junsu's mouth, pressing soft kisses against softer lips until he lets him in. ]
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thoughts melt away when minsu kisses him, junsu's hand exploring the small of his back, palm brushing over skin as he parts his lips easily, eagerly. welcoming.
is this really happening? does he really mean something special to minsu, just as minsu means to him? and are they kissing now, knowing that about each other?
he lets out a breath through his nose, whining into the kiss and pressing back against it with more slow, charged insistence. if this is really happening, he wants to feel it. he wants it to be unforgettable. he wants to kiss and kiss until their lips are sore, then he wants to ask minsu if this means junsu can be his. ]
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he's flushed and breathless by the time the kiss breaks, but he still clings to junsu. minsu tries to press closer, bringing their forehead together.]
Show me how it feels when it's more. I've never...
[minsu swallows hard. it's going to be different, and that's exciting and only a little bit scary. minsu's kissing him again, rocking against his lap, restless but letting junsu have control of him.]
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it's electric for other reasons. for what minsu said.
it's more. junsu isn't sure he knows what that's like, either, except he feels it with minsu.
when he breaks the kiss, face a little flushed, he shifts his grip so both his arms are around minsu, then moves forward to lie him back on the bed. he slots himself between minsu's legs, finding his eyes as he slowly rocks against him, now a lot more intense than before in spite of the layers of clothing in their way. ]
I can show you, [ he says. ] I think it's been there from the start.
[ a quiet confession between two rolls of his hips, hands now tugging at minsu's shirt so he'll get it off, then working his pants open. ]
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minsu's mouth falls open as junsu lays him back and rocks against him. even with their clothes in the way, he can still recognize the hard line of him. he feels his cock start to swell. he moves against him, wondering at how perfectly their bodies have always worked together, but the rolling of his hips pauses for a moment.]
From the beginning, really? Oh-
[something in minsu's expression breaks, leaves him vulnerable. so that's why it felt different with junsu, all along and until it brought him here. he rises up from the mattress to help with his shirt, but he's probably more of a distraction than anything when he starts kissing junsu again.]
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his heart beats hard and fast in his chest as he keeps kissing minsu while tugging his arms out of the shirt, finally breaking the kiss just to get it over his head. he throws it aside, hands returning to minsu's waistband. rolling his hips again, slow, just once before he has to shift away to get his pants off. ]
From the beginning, [ he echoes, pressing a kiss to minsu's cheek before he's scooting back and taking his pants with him. once they're kicked off, his hands roam minsu's body, chest and tracing tattoos and the line of his hips. ]
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neither. he's not going to hurt junsu, and junsu's not going to hurt him. minsu trusts him too much for that, so he breathes out, closes his eyes for a moment. when he opens them again, junsu is still there.]
Ah...I thought I might be dreaming.
[it's embarrassing to admit, but at least he can laugh at himself.]
I've done it before.
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he leans down to kiss minsu, to whisper against his lips as he settles between his legs. ]
You're not dreaming. I'm here. [ the kiss moves to minsu's chin, jaw, cheek again. he can't help it. he wants to cover minsu in affection and attention and love. he wants to see him glow. he wants to look at him from across the room and for their gaze to be full of the things they share, just the two of them. ]
You dreamt about me? [ there's a bit of awe in his eyes now, as he rolls his thumb over minsu's nipple, looking down at him and thinking about this. had minsu dreamt this? specifically?
why does it make his heart beat so fast? ]
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Hmm... [he lies back against the bed, arching gently. when he smiles at him, it's more relaxed, with eyelashes at half-mast and some of the glow that junsu was hoping for on his skin.] Most of the time, there's no faces.
[not for dreams where...well, not for dreams like that.]
With you it's always you. I always see you. And I always wake up with my sheets in a mess.
[he laughs at that, at himself. but these are the confessions he wants to share with junsu know. these are the not-so-little things he wants him to know.]
I want to see you.
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minsu looks relaxed, like putty. junsu wants to bask in this a little longer. ]
Must be nice dreams. [ little smirk. ] Should call me when you get those, honey.
[ his kisses move down minsu's next to his chest, and this time it's a tongue that swipes over a nipple, junsu humming softly before he looks up at minsu again. ]
Do you want to undress me?
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[minsu likes the thought of that already, junsu coming to him in the darkness when everything is still a little bit like a dream, slipping into his bed and fucking until the sun rises. until everyone gives up on breakfast and resorts to eating whatever they can find.
he moans softly at the wet softness of junsu's tongue. minsu's already touching him by sliding his hands across his shoulders and down his arms.]
I do. Wanna strip you down and love you in every way that I can. [with his eyes and his mouth and his hands. minsu can put his entire body into adoring junsu.] Just you.
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he surges toward minsu's mouth, kissing him hard, already breathless. ]
Please do. Undress me. Love me.
[ embarrassing to sound like he needs it so much, but he does, and there's no one he wants it from more than minsu. minsu is what keeps him afloat, the person he turns to, who always understands, who always does and says the right things and who is so good inside and out that for once junsu isn't thinking about himself when he's with him, but only about what he can do so minsu is happy, smiling, safe.
but maybe he's a little greedy too. he rolls his hips down, still clothed but wanting minsu to feel him. ]
Only me.
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only him. minsu feels only him from the press of junsu's hips. it makes his head tip back a little, makes a gasp slip past lips that are still shiny and dark from their kiss. there feels like there's something more to those words. minsu knows that he's not imagining it now, and maybe junsu meant for just tonight. but tonight is all minsu's really focused on anyway.
he sits up, removing one article of junsu's clothing at a time. he's good at this, making people feel wanted, giving them all of his attention. it's real now. minsu genuinely adores every inch of skin that's revealed to him, one hand gently pushing junsu back before working his pants down over his hips, trailing kisses along his stomach, lower, until he stops at the base of his cock. he feels like he can finally do this properly once he has him naked, sliding back up to continue the kiss that started this.]
I need you. You're everything that I need, Junsu.
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junsu gasps when minsu kisses so low and yet comes back up, but he's patient. for this, his patience is infinite. to kiss minsu is just as good as having his mouth on his cock, if not better. everything counts, because this isn't about forgetting who he is, what he's lying about. it isn't about forgetting that his feelings for minsu are growing and might not be returned.
it's about loving each other.
his eyes widen, lips parted as he takes in those words. ]
Now I'm the one that feels like he's dreaming.
[ he takes minsu's face into his hands, tracing his features with his eyes, over and over. how can he say what this means to him? what minsu means to him? ]
I adore you beyond measure.
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