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[ A very tiny part of Myung thinks, not fair, because he wants to see Junsu lose his shit, too, but. It's really a very small part, and most of his thoughts are completely wrapped on how good Junsu's mouth feels around his cock, how hot and wet and filthy, and he starts moving his hips more, unable to resist. Junsu moves one of Myung's hands into his hair and okay, okay, there's no way he can fight this, there's no way he can get the upper hand again, here.

Sure, he's losing, but is he?

He lets out a few more high pitched noises, more and more sounding like the warnings they are, as he rolls his hips into Junsu's mouth and tilts his head down to watch and fuck but Junsu has a mouth made for this.

And then he's coming, hips raised off of the mattress, thighs tense, fingers clenching tight in Junsu's hair as he grunts and whimpers, his brain going completely offline. ]

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[ junsu keeps his mouth on him through it, until he's completely lax against the bed. he presses a few kisses along his softening length when he pulls off, giggles softly to himself. he really made myung fall apart, here, and he's so proud of himself and smug about it. ]

You okay, baby?

[ he kisses up his chest, licks at a nipple before settling at his side, watching him with a playful smile. ]

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[ Myung lets out an explosive breath when he's able to breathe once more, staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. And to think he only came over to make out a little. Yeah, sure. As if.

Junsu is looking stupidly proud, and Myung groans, rolling to his side to face him, hand going straight back to Junsu's cock as he leans in, nuzzling him with a nod. ]

M'okay. Sorry, words are hard.

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[ junsu giggles, but it sounds a little funny, a bit strained, with myung's hand on him. he'd been so close before, and doing this was hot enough that he's still not too far from close. ]

Because I made you feel that good?

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[ Now, that giggle sounds cute. Myung's far from being as coordinated as he was earlier, but he's still perfectly able to give Junsu a handjob, and a good one, at that. He twists his wrists, palms at the tip, licks and kisses at Junsu's neck. ]

Huh-uh. You did. You really did.

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[ junsu hums, but can't really answer, getting lost in myung's perfect hand, amazing fingers, beautiful lips and tongue on his neck. it takes under a minute to have him writhing, gasping and whining myung's name before he tenses, coming over myung's hand with a little cry and fingers digging into his back.

it's his turn to be breathless and speechless and looking dazed. his eyes fall to myung, and he cracks a lazy, tired smile, huffs and wipes some sweat from his temple. ]

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[ Ah, yeah, watching Junsu come is so goddamn satisfying. He's so beautiful, and Myung can't quite help the way he licks his fingers clean, barely thinking about it. ]

Okay, baby? [ He repeats Junsu's words to him, smiling a little smugly, too. ]

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Shut up, [ junsu grumbles with a laugh, turning to hide his face in myung's shoulder. he stays there, shifting close. ] Y'made me feel good too.

[ and it was... really nice. and fun. and he feels good, around myung. ]

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[ Myung just pulls Junsu closer, hiding his smile in his shoulder, feeling way too good right now to even consider leaving, or moving, or anything like having an awkward talk about it. This is nice. He wants to keep this, now. ]

I'm glad. I'll do it again whenever you want.