[ he laughs softly, so amused by i'd be honored, but pleased too. to think it's an honor to get eaten out by junsu. he doesn't feel like a measly little human around joon.
for this, junsu won't tease. joon grimaces but junsu only smiles and kisses him again to soothe him. he doesn't want to laugh at him for something he's not super knowledgeable about. he's touched, even, that he's being shown this. ]
Yeah, roll over. Get a pillow beneath your hips if you don't want to be on your knees.
[ whatever's more comfortable for joon. his hands strokes his back as he settles. ]
[it might've been more appropriate to say two hundred years ago. it hasn't been that long for him, he swears.
joon rolls over, and finds that this might actually be better. his face feels too warm right now. but he trusts junsu, and he's excited in spite of himself, so he pushes a pillow under his hips and sighs, getting settled on his stomach.]
Ready.
[he lets junsu's hands pass over him a couple more times before he says it.]
[ he doesn't let joon finish that, spreading him once his hands slide down from his back to his ass and lowering his head to press a kiss over his rim. he doesn't need to say he won't get tired, he can show it.
he starts slow at first, kisses and laps of his tongue to get him used to it. he's not assuming he never experienced this before, but his words of it being a while, and everything joon did until this point, tell him to take it easy. not to overwhelm him. to take good care of him.
once he's wet and relaxed and giving beneath his tongue, he presses it inside, lapping up at him and running a soothing hand up and down the back of his thigh. ]
[joon wouldn't think of himself as someone who's easy to overwhelm. but the very first contact has him making a surprised sound that he smothers against another pillow. he must've lifted his hips too, something he only realizes once he has to settle them back down again. he's not normally loud in bed, mostly heavy breaths and a rough voice when he does say something. when he says junsu's name, it already sounds a little wrecked.]
There's nothing your mouth can't do.
[he moans, a quiet but guttural sound. he's gripping the pillow and trying to not rock his hips back for more. each lap and press of junsu's tongue just makes him greedy for more.]
Fuck, I think I could come again, fuck-
[he's so hard, and the pillow gives him just enough friction, but this was not in the plans.]
[ junsu moans, right against him, tongue inside him, he presses a thumb along his rim too, opening him up so he can go deeper, further. he doesn't want joon to come from just this though. he wants to give him what he wants.
he pulls away, pressing a kiss at the curve of his backside. ]
Shh, not yet. Hold on a little longer.
[ his hand smoothes the small of his back as he reaches for lube, leaving as he prepares his fingers, returning as a stabilizing, soothing presence.
joon's body is more relaxed, acclimating alright to something inside. but he still takes his time, lubed fingers rubbing over his hole as he presses kisses along his skin, along the cover toward his back. he's slow when he pushes a finger inside, gives joon time before moving, stretching, adding another. he wishes he could make this last, could make this part feel as good and hot as every other touch, but he's more focused on making sure he won't hurt him. ]
You're doing amazing, Joonah. [ he says, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, adding a third finger. ]
[joon whimpers but complies, lifting his hips up just a little so he's not as tempted to rut against the bedding. it's slightly counter-productive, because it just offers him even more to junsu's mouth.
he can do it though. he's strong enough to resist the urges of his body. whether he's strong enough to resist the urges of his heart is another matter entirely.
junsu doesn't need to worry about making this part feel good, because it does. the stretch reminds him that this is really happening, and he didn't expect that it would ever again, at least not with someone that he cared about. joon presses his forehead against the pillow, on the verge of being overtaken by memories and sadness of the the past. but then he feels junsu's lips pressing against his skin. joon knows that it's him instantly, and it brings him back, it gives him a happiness that he didn't expect and definitely doesn't deserve.]
[ his kisses are trailing all over his shoulders, the back of his neck. he can't stop covering his skin with kisses, going all the way to his ear, behind it and at the curve of it.
his arm kind of hurts from the angle, but he doesn't stop until joon feels relaxed and pliable. he thinks he might be ready, but he wants to ask, wants joon to say as much instead of assuming. his fingers move again, this time more with the goal to pleasure, to send sparks up joon's spine. he curls them and spreads them and listens for every shift in joon's breathing. ]
[joon has to bite back the word now, afraid of it coming out sounding too harsh, too demanding. but he's not sure how much time has passed, time that junsu spent taking care of him, and not in some perfunctory way. joon could feel his affection in those actions, and in every press of his lips.
there's a few quiet 'ah's as junsu curls and twists his fingers, the pleasure reminding him that it wouldn't be difficult for him to come a second time if he just let go. but he holds on, wiggling his ass that's somehow both playful and shy before looking back over his shoulder.]
[ junsu quirks an eyebrow at him. as if doing this wasn't a turn on. joon's quiet sounds, the feel of him, the softness and trust they're sharing. junsu's extremely ready. ]
Oh, I'm ready.
[ he presses a kiss to his back, a last one before reaching for a condom and the lube again. ]
How do you want to do this? [ he's leaving that up to hojoon, since it's been a while for him and junsu doesn't want to assume what he'd like best, or what would be easier or more comfortable for him. ]
[joon wishes that his breath wasn't already so heavy, wishes that his heart wasn't pounding the way that it is. but it is, and he doesn't expect it to get any better, now of all times.
he presses his face against the pillow while he thinks. there's too many options: like this, on his hands and knees, on his back. he knows that junsu would feel amazing in any of them, but none of them feel quite right.
he makes a little sound when he moves again, pushing himself to sit up before turning towards the human. he slides over junsu's lap, knees on either side of his hips, arms draped over his shoulders.
he glances away for a moment, mouth an uncertain line that softens when he looks into junsu's eyes.]
[ by the time joon slides into his lap, junsu's finished getting ready. his arms go around his middle, holding him there, body feeling overheated and warmer still now that joon is so much closer. ]
Okay. [ he breathes, then smiles, eyes crinkling. he leans in to nose at him. ] Hi.
[ the nosing turns into a kiss, deep and slow, exploring joon's mouth as he gets him to lift himself up just enough that he can line up his cock with his entrance, staying still as his hands then go to his hips. he's so full of anticipation he's almost nervous. there's a tremble in his body as his heart races. he smooths over joon's sides, breaks the kiss to mumble against his lips. ]
[it feels a little surreal to be back in someone's arms when joon never imagined that he would be. like this, with nothing between them and sharing a breath. on the verge of sharing more. joon's not nervous, but he is thankful for junsu's every easy smile. every touch that's careful and unhurried.]
Hi.
[hojoon snorts a soft laugh at junsu's greeting, but there's such affection in the sound, his arms tightening around the other's shoulders as they draw closer. yeah, it's perfect like this. joon didn't expect it, but he's so glad it's with junsu.]
Okay. [he murmurs, but then he returns to the kiss for a few more seconds, not done with how sweet the human's mouth tastes to him. but they're both ready, and he knows junsu is waiting, and he took such good care of him-
he sinks down over him slowly, eyes closing, mouth opening against junsu's even though no sound comes out.]
[ junsu, on the other hand, is not very good at keeping quiet. soft noises, almost whimpers, pass his lips as joon sinks down over him. his hands are light at his hips, not gripping, just touching, guiding, a reminder he's there, a reminder to keep steady and easy.
he curses under his breath when joon settles down in his lap, arms circling his middle. one hand moves down to the curve of joon's ass, but he doesn't squeeze or play with it yet, not wanting to jostle him as they both get used to the feeling. it's not been a long time since junsu's done this at all, but it's the first time with joon.
so it's... something. his forehead presses at joon's, then he's pressing kisses at his face, the corner of his lips, his cheek and chin. he leaves him space to breathe, licks at his bottom lip, rubs a hand up and down his spine. ]
[hojoon sighs, lips puckering lightly against junsu's. he hears his voice, rolls his forehead against his, but it takes a few seconds for his body to adjust. and almost as much time for his heart to do the same.]
I'm fine.
[joon opens his eyes, blinking softly at him, almost confused by the question. or maybe he just wants to be. because he becomes aware of more than just the concern in junsu's voice, but also the press of his lips, the gentle glide of his hand, all the little things that show his care. all the reminders of things that he's not going to be able to forget tomorrow, or ever.]
I was just listening to you. [joon lifts up halfway, sheathing him again to coax more of those whimpers from the human's lips. it's...strangely adorable to him, making hojoon smile. he starts up a slow rhythm, curling his fingers against the fine hairs at the base of junsu's neck. the other hand slides down his chest as he starts to rock.] Shit, more than fine, I'm amazing. [he gasps quietly.] You're hotter than foxfire.
[ it makes him do just that, whimpering as joon sinks down on him. this time his hand goes to his hip and does grip a little. he needs to hold on. he feels shaky. hojoon is hot and tight and the slickness is perfect and hojoon keeps looking at him, holding onto him. ]
Ah, Hojoon...
[ he lets him rock over him, lets him set the pace as he presses kisses along joon's jaw, his neck, his shoulder, his cheeks. he covers him in kisses, starting to rock back in time with his movements, to meet him halfway. he doesn't rush or speed things up. keeps an arm around his middle, keeping him close, pulling him in closer as he arches up into him. ]
Joonah. [ he can't stop saying his name, nosing along his jaw and breathing hard, hot against his skin. his fingers dig into his back, shifting to try and get deeper, wanting to make him see sparks. ]
[the way he says his name is like music. joon breathes the words. he never wants junsu thinking anything like that, that he's too loud or too weak or too needy. there's a lot about him that he still has to learn, knowing that it's just as wonderful, but also wondering if he'll even get the chance after tonight.
that thought makes him whimper, timed perfectly when he slides down over junsu's cock, pushing more breath into the sound. joon presses them chest to chest, arms wrapped around him and chin resting on junsu's shoulder as he rides him. it hurts...not what they're doing now, but the thought of what comes next, and hojoon has bite his lip to keep from making any noises that junsu might recognize as distressed.
he starts moving quicker and rougher, and that makes him forget for the moment. it makes him lean back so junsu can see the pleasure play across his face, and the way his breath keeps hitching. he sees sparks and stars, little bits of light that burst and turn into junsu's name on his tongue. joon takes one of the human's hands, pressing a kiss against the back of it before guiding it back to feel how tight he's stretched around him.]
Don't stop...I don't want to, I don't want to let go.
[even if he's getting closer, his fingers curl into junsu's back.]
[ junsu was hoping to hold off long enough for hojoon to come first, but it's not going to happen. when he leans back, junsu can see him. when he starts moving more quickly and roughly. each shift has the air knocked right out of junsu's lungs. he can feel him, when his hand is brought to touch. his fingers brush where hojoon's body is taking him in, the slick slide, the tightness there. he shudders hard, almost tipped over the edge.
instead he grips both of joon's hips, fingers leaving little red marks as he grips and thrusts up, quicker and rougher too, erratic because he's so close and he just wants to hear more of joon's breath, wants to see him fall apart with pleasure etched on his pretty, pretty face. ]
Fuck, Joon — [ he surges forward, guiding joon back so he's on his back, rock into him hard and fast. junsu doesn't last long enough to see joon through this, after that close call. he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. kisses joon but is too breathless, parted lips panting for air over his mouth. he fucks joon through his own orgasm and chokes on a cry as he buries himself deep and finishes, whimpering hojoon's name. he's out of breath and hardly recovered, having not stopped, but already going back to moving, hand dragging over hojoon's chest to fist his cock and stroke him as he does the best he can before he's too soft.
he's oversensitive, each shift making him whimper in pleasure, his hand tightening around joon and mumbling his name over and over as he noses over his jaw. ]
[joon makes a startled sound when junsu's grip tightens on him, when he lays him back and starts fucking him without letting up. it gets no protest from him, far from it. each thrust starts punching a moan from somewhere deep inside of hojoon.
even when the pleasure is its most intense, joon can't close his eyes, can only stare up at how beautiful junsu is, how much this all is. it's not that he's never known passion, he has, but it wasn't like this. he tries to kiss him but it turns more into the both of them just trying to breathe, sweat stinging his eyes until he does close them. he brings one hand up to junsu's face, the other curling around the back of his neck. he wants to keep him close. not just for tonight.
it's overwhelming, there's nothing in the world that isn't junsu right now. his touch has joon bucking his hips, legs wrapping around junsu's waist until he feels him slide out, until he feels himself go hot and tight before it's over and his release is cooling between them.
hojoon pants to catch his breath, feeling good, better than he has in a long time, and trying to keep anything from intruding on that feeling.]
That was...
[sorry junsu, words are a little hard right now. but look at his face, into his eyes, and you'll understand.]
[ junsu's looking at his face, and into his eyes. and he understands. he's still breathing hard himself, recovering and having had the air punched out of him at the sight of joon like this. he's so pretty and handsome all at once. there's something delicate about him yet completely manly.
he can't help but smile down at him. ]
Yeah. [ he brushes hair that was sticking to joon's forehead away. ] It was.
[ a lot of words could be said, but they don't all work as well as the look in their eyes right now, or the way junsu tugs the comforter over them and snuggles in close, wrapping an arm around joon. ]
You're really... [ he starts, but then gets distracted kissing up hojoon's neck. ]
[no, he's not. that's what joon's thinking. unlike what they made together, he's not whatever wonderful thing junsu is believing him to be right now. if it were true, he could love junsu without holding back. but if it were true, he'd also probably be in someone else's arms right now, never stirred from the home he always knew.
it's warm under the comforter. he thinks it might actually be more junsu than him for a change. and when he kisses along his neck, joon can't stop himself from smiling.]
I should be cleaning you up. I got my...stuff all over you.
["stuff". haneul always tried to get him to use the technical term but joon would rather have died.]
[ junsu laughs, big and bright. he nips at joon's skin, just a bit, playful and amused as he lifts his head. god, he's so cute. he's so delighted. ]
Your... stuff, huh?
[ he wipes a finger where some of the so called stuff is getting sticky. he pops his finger into his mouth, sucking it clean before swiping his tongue over any mess on his hand. he's not enjoyed other people's messes on him before the house, because he used to sleep with people he didn't particularly care about. but he cares about joon, so it doesn't bother him at all. ]
[joon wants to cover his face with his hands, but he doesn't want junsu thinking that he's grossed out. he's not. he likes it more than he should.]
It'll make your mouth all bitter. [he mumbles, trying to play it as if he's not at all bashful. joon leans in to kiss him anyway, starts to pull away and then kisses him again. he blinks slowly at junsu for a moment.] Well I thought it would.
[ he is so bashful, even as he kisses him, and then again. junsu laughs more, having a hard time not squeezing joon, so he kind of does that, his arm tightening around him. ]
God, you're so cute.
[ he didn't think joon would easily get flustered, or be the type to dance around the words of things. he's so charmed right now. he wrinkles his nose. ]
Did you forget where my mouth went earlier? Your... [ meaningful pause ] stuff is nothing.
[why. why did you have to remind him. blushing is not a thing that he does and he's determined that it's not going to start here. so his face just does all sort of scrunchy contortions before he sighs and squeezes the human back.]
Your mouth is too good. [joon's not saying it because he looks down on himself. it's not low self-esteem, it's the highest esteem that he holds for junsu. it makes him flustered when he normally wouldn't be, lets him see a side that's normally unseen.] It blesses everywhere it touches. Even...there.
[ junsu feels like he's melting. he feels so much affection for joon already. those scrunchy little faces, and saying something like that, but while avoiding the actual words... it's so sweet. there's so much to him he hadn't imagined. he's so glad he gets to witness him like this.
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for this, junsu won't tease. joon grimaces but junsu only smiles and kisses him again to soothe him. he doesn't want to laugh at him for something he's not super knowledgeable about. he's touched, even, that he's being shown this. ]
Yeah, roll over. Get a pillow beneath your hips if you don't want to be on your knees.
[ whatever's more comfortable for joon. his hands strokes his back as he settles. ]
Let me know when you're ready, babe.
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joon rolls over, and finds that this might actually be better. his face feels too warm right now. but he trusts junsu, and he's excited in spite of himself, so he pushes a pillow under his hips and sighs, getting settled on his stomach.]
Ready.
[he lets junsu's hands pass over him a couple more times before he says it.]
If you get tired or just want to stop-
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he starts slow at first, kisses and laps of his tongue to get him used to it. he's not assuming he never experienced this before, but his words of it being a while, and everything joon did until this point, tell him to take it easy. not to overwhelm him. to take good care of him.
once he's wet and relaxed and giving beneath his tongue, he presses it inside, lapping up at him and running a soothing hand up and down the back of his thigh. ]
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There's nothing your mouth can't do.
[he moans, a quiet but guttural sound. he's gripping the pillow and trying to not rock his hips back for more. each lap and press of junsu's tongue just makes him greedy for more.]
Fuck, I think I could come again, fuck-
[he's so hard, and the pillow gives him just enough friction, but this was not in the plans.]
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he pulls away, pressing a kiss at the curve of his backside. ]
Shh, not yet. Hold on a little longer.
[ his hand smoothes the small of his back as he reaches for lube, leaving as he prepares his fingers, returning as a stabilizing, soothing presence.
joon's body is more relaxed, acclimating alright to something inside. but he still takes his time, lubed fingers rubbing over his hole as he presses kisses along his skin, along the cover toward his back. he's slow when he pushes a finger inside, gives joon time before moving, stretching, adding another. he wishes he could make this last, could make this part feel as good and hot as every other touch, but he's more focused on making sure he won't hurt him. ]
You're doing amazing, Joonah. [ he says, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, adding a third finger. ]
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he can do it though. he's strong enough to resist the urges of his body. whether he's strong enough to resist the urges of his heart is another matter entirely.
junsu doesn't need to worry about making this part feel good, because it does. the stretch reminds him that this is really happening, and he didn't expect that it would ever again, at least not with someone that he cared about. joon presses his forehead against the pillow, on the verge of being overtaken by memories and sadness of the the past. but then he feels junsu's lips pressing against his skin. joon knows that it's him instantly, and it brings him back, it gives him a happiness that he didn't expect and definitely doesn't deserve.]
Mmm, I like being good for you.
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[ his kisses are trailing all over his shoulders, the back of his neck. he can't stop covering his skin with kisses, going all the way to his ear, behind it and at the curve of it.
his arm kind of hurts from the angle, but he doesn't stop until joon feels relaxed and pliable. he thinks he might be ready, but he wants to ask, wants joon to say as much instead of assuming. his fingers move again, this time more with the goal to pleasure, to send sparks up joon's spine. he curls them and spreads them and listens for every shift in joon's breathing. ]
Tell me when.
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there's a few quiet 'ah's as junsu curls and twists his fingers, the pleasure reminding him that it wouldn't be difficult for him to come a second time if he just let go. but he holds on, wiggling his ass that's somehow both playful and shy before looking back over his shoulder.]
I'm ready if you are.
[gaze pointedly dropping between junsu's legs.]
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Oh, I'm ready.
[ he presses a kiss to his back, a last one before reaching for a condom and the lube again. ]
How do you want to do this? [ he's leaving that up to hojoon, since it's been a while for him and junsu doesn't want to assume what he'd like best, or what would be easier or more comfortable for him. ]
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he presses his face against the pillow while he thinks. there's too many options: like this, on his hands and knees, on his back. he knows that junsu would feel amazing in any of them, but none of them feel quite right.
he makes a little sound when he moves again, pushing himself to sit up before turning towards the human. he slides over junsu's lap, knees on either side of his hips, arms draped over his shoulders.
he glances away for a moment, mouth an uncertain line that softens when he looks into junsu's eyes.]
Like this.
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Okay. [ he breathes, then smiles, eyes crinkling. he leans in to nose at him. ] Hi.
[ the nosing turns into a kiss, deep and slow, exploring joon's mouth as he gets him to lift himself up just enough that he can line up his cock with his entrance, staying still as his hands then go to his hips. he's so full of anticipation he's almost nervous. there's a tremble in his body as his heart races. he smooths over joon's sides, breaks the kiss to mumble against his lips. ]
Slowly, okay?
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Hi.
[hojoon snorts a soft laugh at junsu's greeting, but there's such affection in the sound, his arms tightening around the other's shoulders as they draw closer. yeah, it's perfect like this. joon didn't expect it, but he's so glad it's with junsu.]
Okay. [he murmurs, but then he returns to the kiss for a few more seconds, not done with how sweet the human's mouth tastes to him. but they're both ready, and he knows junsu is waiting, and he took such good care of him-
he sinks down over him slowly, eyes closing, mouth opening against junsu's even though no sound comes out.]
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he curses under his breath when joon settles down in his lap, arms circling his middle. one hand moves down to the curve of joon's ass, but he doesn't squeeze or play with it yet, not wanting to jostle him as they both get used to the feeling. it's not been a long time since junsu's done this at all, but it's the first time with joon.
so it's... something. his forehead presses at joon's, then he's pressing kisses at his face, the corner of his lips, his cheek and chin. he leaves him space to breathe, licks at his bottom lip, rubs a hand up and down his spine. ]
How are you doing?
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I'm fine.
[joon opens his eyes, blinking softly at him, almost confused by the question. or maybe he just wants to be. because he becomes aware of more than just the concern in junsu's voice, but also the press of his lips, the gentle glide of his hand, all the little things that show his care. all the reminders of things that he's not going to be able to forget tomorrow, or ever.]
I was just listening to you. [joon lifts up halfway, sheathing him again to coax more of those whimpers from the human's lips. it's...strangely adorable to him, making hojoon smile. he starts up a slow rhythm, curling his fingers against the fine hairs at the base of junsu's neck. the other hand slides down his chest as he starts to rock.] Shit, more than fine, I'm amazing. [he gasps quietly.] You're hotter than foxfire.
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[ it makes him do just that, whimpering as joon sinks down on him. this time his hand goes to his hip and does grip a little. he needs to hold on. he feels shaky. hojoon is hot and tight and the slickness is perfect and hojoon keeps looking at him, holding onto him. ]
Ah, Hojoon...
[ he lets him rock over him, lets him set the pace as he presses kisses along joon's jaw, his neck, his shoulder, his cheeks. he covers him in kisses, starting to rock back in time with his movements, to meet him halfway. he doesn't rush or speed things up. keeps an arm around his middle, keeping him close, pulling him in closer as he arches up into him. ]
Joonah. [ he can't stop saying his name, nosing along his jaw and breathing hard, hot against his skin. his fingers dig into his back, shifting to try and get deeper, wanting to make him see sparks. ]
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[the way he says his name is like music. joon breathes the words. he never wants junsu thinking anything like that, that he's too loud or too weak or too needy. there's a lot about him that he still has to learn, knowing that it's just as wonderful, but also wondering if he'll even get the chance after tonight.
that thought makes him whimper, timed perfectly when he slides down over junsu's cock, pushing more breath into the sound. joon presses them chest to chest, arms wrapped around him and chin resting on junsu's shoulder as he rides him. it hurts...not what they're doing now, but the thought of what comes next, and hojoon has bite his lip to keep from making any noises that junsu might recognize as distressed.
he starts moving quicker and rougher, and that makes him forget for the moment. it makes him lean back so junsu can see the pleasure play across his face, and the way his breath keeps hitching. he sees sparks and stars, little bits of light that burst and turn into junsu's name on his tongue. joon takes one of the human's hands, pressing a kiss against the back of it before guiding it back to feel how tight he's stretched around him.]
Don't stop...I don't want to, I don't want to let go.
[even if he's getting closer, his fingers curl into junsu's back.]
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instead he grips both of joon's hips, fingers leaving little red marks as he grips and thrusts up, quicker and rougher too, erratic because he's so close and he just wants to hear more of joon's breath, wants to see him fall apart with pleasure etched on his pretty, pretty face. ]
Fuck, Joon — [ he surges forward, guiding joon back so he's on his back, rock into him hard and fast. junsu doesn't last long enough to see joon through this, after that close call. he doesn't stop, doesn't slow down. kisses joon but is too breathless, parted lips panting for air over his mouth. he fucks joon through his own orgasm and chokes on a cry as he buries himself deep and finishes, whimpering hojoon's name. he's out of breath and hardly recovered, having not stopped, but already going back to moving, hand dragging over hojoon's chest to fist his cock and stroke him as he does the best he can before he's too soft.
he's oversensitive, each shift making him whimper in pleasure, his hand tightening around joon and mumbling his name over and over as he noses over his jaw. ]
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even when the pleasure is its most intense, joon can't close his eyes, can only stare up at how beautiful junsu is, how much this all is. it's not that he's never known passion, he has, but it wasn't like this. he tries to kiss him but it turns more into the both of them just trying to breathe, sweat stinging his eyes until he does close them. he brings one hand up to junsu's face, the other curling around the back of his neck. he wants to keep him close. not just for tonight.
it's overwhelming, there's nothing in the world that isn't junsu right now. his touch has joon bucking his hips, legs wrapping around junsu's waist until he feels him slide out, until he feels himself go hot and tight before it's over and his release is cooling between them.
hojoon pants to catch his breath, feeling good, better than he has in a long time, and trying to keep anything from intruding on that feeling.]
That was...
[sorry junsu, words are a little hard right now. but look at his face, into his eyes, and you'll understand.]
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he can't help but smile down at him. ]
Yeah. [ he brushes hair that was sticking to joon's forehead away. ] It was.
[ a lot of words could be said, but they don't all work as well as the look in their eyes right now, or the way junsu tugs the comforter over them and snuggles in close, wrapping an arm around joon. ]
You're really... [ he starts, but then gets distracted kissing up hojoon's neck. ]
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it's warm under the comforter. he thinks it might actually be more junsu than him for a change. and when he kisses along his neck, joon can't stop himself from smiling.]
I should be cleaning you up. I got my...stuff all over you.
["stuff". haneul always tried to get him to use the technical term but joon would rather have died.]
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Your... stuff, huh?
[ he wipes a finger where some of the so called stuff is getting sticky. he pops his finger into his mouth, sucking it clean before swiping his tongue over any mess on his hand. he's not enjoyed other people's messes on him before the house, because he used to sleep with people he didn't particularly care about. but he cares about joon, so it doesn't bother him at all. ]
I don't mind.
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[joon wants to cover his face with his hands, but he doesn't want junsu thinking that he's grossed out. he's not. he likes it more than he should.]
It'll make your mouth all bitter. [he mumbles, trying to play it as if he's not at all bashful. joon leans in to kiss him anyway, starts to pull away and then kisses him again. he blinks slowly at junsu for a moment.] Well I thought it would.
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God, you're so cute.
[ he didn't think joon would easily get flustered, or be the type to dance around the words of things. he's so charmed right now. he wrinkles his nose. ]
Did you forget where my mouth went earlier? Your... [ meaningful pause ] stuff is nothing.
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Your mouth is too good. [joon's not saying it because he looks down on himself. it's not low self-esteem, it's the highest esteem that he holds for junsu. it makes him flustered when he normally wouldn't be, lets him see a side that's normally unseen.] It blesses everywhere it touches. Even...there.
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and he can't wait to see more. ]
So you're blessed all over, then. Good.
[ he presses a kiss to his shoulder. ]
I'll bless you there again anytime, darling.