[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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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.