[ Junsu texted now, and it sounded like he wasn't kidding, so Myung doesn't hesitate. Goddamn, he doesn't hesitate for a second because he's been wanting to kiss Junsu - and more - since he found his way to the house, and now he's going to get to.
Is he practically running up the stairs? Maybe, but there's no one around to see it, so nobody ever has to know.
[ Myung grins, his ears and cheeks a little red, and under his snapback, his hair slowly shifting from his current mostly standard blonde to slightly pink. He steps into the room, and steps towards the bed as he's being pulled in, only stopping where Junsu wants him, sitting, lying down, standing. Whichever. All are good. ]
Did you hope the bottle would spin to me, the other night? Because I did.
[ sitting, but when myung says that, junsu lies down, leaving space, indicating the empty area right against his side. ]
Come here. [ it's so cute myung was thinking about this. junsu feels a little guilty engaging with someone new right now, but it's nonsense. he's not tied to anyone. and he wants to be here, with cute myung, who's hair is starting to look pink. ] I did hope it would.
[ he nudges at the hat. ]
Take this off so I can run my fingers through your hair, sweets.
Oh. Oh, good. I definitely did, but then - I guess a lot of us got carried away.
[ Myung takes the offered spot, feeling surprisingly nervous about it. There might be a couple of acid green streaks in his hair, along with the pink, but he still takes his hat off, playing with the brim of it for a moment. ]
I'm sorry if it's looking weird. It tends to. [ He's referring to his hair, of course, because he's always thinking it looks too mixed up and messy to be pretty, or to be attractive. ]
And I also have no idea why I'm suddenly nervous, but. Here we are.
[ he says immediately, reaching to touch it, to card his fingers through it and push it back from myung's forehead. slow, relaxing touches. ]
You don't have to be nervous. We don't have to do anything you don't want, darling, and there's no pressure. Just fun, right?
[ no need to worry about feelings or anything if you don't want to, myung! but also, he doesn't want to give the impression this is totally unfeeling. it's not. he likes myung. ]
[ Myung makes a little noise, which quickly turns into an almost purr -for all that he complains about it, he is truly, truly weak to having his hair touched.
And then he chuckles, more embarrassed than nervous, as he tucks himself a tiny bit closer. ]
There's nothing I don't want, actually. [ And isn't that the truth. He opens his eyes, looking into Junsu's, relaxing a little as he smiles, dimple carving themselves on his cheeks. ]
Yeah. [ Myung definitely likes Junsu, too. In, so far, an uncomplicated way. ] Shit, you really are so pretty.
[ that little sound pleases junsu... so does everything else myung says. his hand stills in his hair, then cups his cheek, thumb touching one of the cute little dimples on his cheek. ]
Oh, [ he says, smiling, pleased and flushed, but not really shy. ] Tell me more about that.
[ Slightly emboldened, Myung leans a little closer. ]
You have a very nice jawline, [ he moves to press a kiss to it, lingering for a moment. ] and your nose is adorable, [ a kiss there, too, ] and your eyes are so beautiful. The way you look at people... when you focus on me, it really pulls me in.
[ Now he's getting slightly embarrassed again. ] And then there's those lips. Man, they're so - [ He doesn't have the right words. Instead, he brushes his thumb against them. ]
[ Myung doesn't need to be told twice. Well, actually, he kinda does because they've already discussed kissing and yet there's been a stretch of time where they were right here and not kissing, but.
That's over, now, because Myung is leaning in, his thumb moving to press against Junsu's jaw as he kisses him, wanting to keep it soft at first but quickly giving up, seeking more with his tongue and a hint of teeth. ]
[ its okay to need to be eased into it, junsu likes spending time with myung as much as he thinks he'll like kissing him.
turns out he was right. he likes kissing myung, and lets that be known by moaning softly into the kiss when there's more tongue and teeth, surging into it to encourage him to keep going.
and placing a hand on his hip, thumb slipping under his shirt to touch his skin, letting it drag upwards under the shirt to rest at his waist. ]
[ Myung never realized how much he enjoyed kissing until he got to this house. It really, really opened his eyes to how much he actually craves the contact, craves the touches and the wide range of possibilities when it comes to kissing.
This particular one is already quite heated, Myung leaning up a little bit, looking like he's two seconds away from throwing a leg over Junsu's and straddling him to keep going. And honestly, he could - it doesn't take Myung much time to go from 0 to 60, but he doesn't want to rush anything, since. Well, they discussed kissing, nothing more.
He's got one hand in Junsu's hair and the other curled in the sheets, a moan escaping him at the touch of the other's finger to his skin, making him deepen the kiss further, almost involuntarily. Not that he's going to complain, mind you. ]
[ junsu likes kissing a lot, too, but he'd figured it out before the house. he's thankful everyone he's been with so far has also been a fan, more than once hooking up with people who preferred less kissing than he liked. myung seems to really enjoy this, which makes junsu happy. he wants to please others, very much.
myung moans, and junsu kisses him deeper, more insistent. he pulls away, wanting to tell him it's okay to do more, feelingthe intensity of the kiss climb and climb. ]
You're pretty good at that, pretty boy. [ is what he says instead, rolling onto his back and pulling myung on top. ] You can touch me, you know.
[ Myung almost whines when Junsu pulls away, managing to reduce the noise to a small noise of disappointment instead, but feeling it throughout his body anyway. He wants to protest and to lean in again, but then Junsu's moving, and pulling Myung on top of him, and -
Well. Okay then. ]
So are you. [ It's a whisper, Myung's cheeks feeling hot as he settles on top of Junsu, pulling back until he's more or less kneeling over him, his hands sliding under the hem of Junsu's shirt, brushing the waistband of his pants before flattening over his stomach, fabric bunching up around his wrists. ]
How much? How much can I touch you? [ Someone in this room is very, very greedy. ]
[ it's so thrilling, feeling that spark of want in others. myung is touching him like he's holding back, was kissing him like he was holding back, and as much as junsu loves that tension, loves to feel being wanted so much the other person tries to take it easy — he doesn't want myung to hold back. he wants to lose himself in this with him, as someone who's been kind to him and listened to him. ]
As much as you want.
[ his eyes are locked with myung's, own cheeks a little flushed with anticipation. his fingers curl around myung's wrist, guiding his hand higher up his chest. ]
Anywhere. [ now he guides his hand lower, lower, the implication clear. ]
[ He'd come in, expecting a little makeout session, a bit of groping maybe, at best, but not that. Not this slow build-up, not the two of them looking at each other quite like that (he wasn't joking; Junsu's eyes are intense), not his hands being guided down to Junsu's crotch.
Myung swallows visibly, around the beat of his heart that's suddenly skyrocketed in his chest, and he nods. They did talk about nipples, didn't they? With a newfound determination, Myung moves one hand up Junsu's chest again, the goal obviously to gather his shirt under his arms, exposing him, while his other hand moves down, pressing the heel of his hand against the other's crotch, rubbing through the fabric of his pants.
And then he leans down again, mouth finding a nipple immediately, tongue flicking against it as his fingers brush against the other one. ]
[ junsu would have found that newfound determination cute, if he'd had enough time to process it before myung was touching him like that. as it is, he takes his breath away. it hitches, a soft sound escaping his parted lips when myung's attention goes to his nipples. he arches his back a little, chest lifting off the bed to encourage him, hand curling at the back of his head.
he parts his legs, too, making more room for more touch. ]
[ If there's one thing about Myung, it's that he's very, very dexterous. Which shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone who knows him, of course, but can still be when he applies it to moments like this one, where he quickly, efficiently opens Junsu's jeans with quick fingers, sliding the zipper down to slip his hand past without wasting any more time.
He lets out a soft noise against Junsu's nipple when he finds that he's not wearing any underwear - easy access, he's all for it, which is only one of the few reasons why he usually doesn't wear any himself - and he wraps his hand around Junsu's cock as he switches nipples, feeling like he probably looks like an intense game of Twister, right now.
Not that he cares. He's been told to touch, so... he's touching. ]
[ it doesn't matter how he looks, because his touches, his tongue, they're making junsu melt into the bed. like this he can forget the rest. just think about myung, and the way he feels, the jumps of pleasure at each swipe of his tongue and each turn of his wrist.
his fingers rub at his scalp, buried deep in myung's hair. his eyes close, hips hitching against his hand, silently encouraging him. maybe not so silently — he makes a loud little noise when myung's hand and mouth both do just the right thing at the same time. he whispers myung's name, parting his legs a little more, planting his feet so he can better thrust into his hand. ]
[ Myung's movements are hampered. He wants to do more, oh, he wants to do so much more, but Junsu's jeans are tight and the angle of his wrist is all wrong and.
He pulls back all of a sudden, lips swollen red and shiny, and he rolls his wrist a couple of times, breathing a little hard now as he looks down at Junsu. He's past embarrassment, now, and he's pretty sure that, considering his reactions, Junsu is into this as well, but Myung still needs to say this. ]
This won't do. Can I get you naked, properly? I can't give you a good handjob like this. I'm a lot better than that.
[ breathless, junsu laughs softly, nodding as he cups myung's cute, sweet face. ]
Yeah, whatever you need, baby.
[ he tugs at his face so he can kiss him, his lips looking too pink not to, adding to his breathlessness until he breaks the kiss and smiles a knowing smile. ]
You were already pretty good.
[ his hands push his pants down, helping myung get them off of him. ]
[ Myung is all too willing to fall right back into a kiss, his mind empty of anything else but this for the time it lasts, his tongue against Junsu's, his hands still touching his chest, caressing soft skin. When they pull away, he does move back to get Junsu's jeans off, and then wiggles his fingers. ]
I can be better. Before the war, these puppies were worth a lot of money.
[ Not that much. But still, it's gotta count for something, right?
Still fully clothed himself, Myung straddles one of Junsu's thick thighs as he licks a stripe up his palm and puts it to Junsu's cock again, this time able to move more freely, go lower, tease at his balls on the downstroke, twist his wrist on the upstroke.
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Is he practically running up the stairs? Maybe, but there's no one around to see it, so nobody ever has to know.
Knock knock, Junsu. Someone's here to collect. ]
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Hiya, hottie.
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You got here fast. In a rush?
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[ Myung smirks, shrugs a shoulder and digs his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie a little deeper. ]
I move fast. Learned from a ninja.
[ Not exactly a lie, either. He smiles a little wider. ] But. Also in a rush, yeah. This sadness needs to be banished.
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[ he steps aside so myung can come in. ] Come quick, then.
[ taking myung's hand, he leads him to the bed. ]
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Did you hope the bottle would spin to me, the other night? Because I did.
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Come here. [ it's so cute myung was thinking about this. junsu feels a little guilty engaging with someone new right now, but it's nonsense. he's not tied to anyone. and he wants to be here, with cute myung, who's hair is starting to look pink. ] I did hope it would.
[ he nudges at the hat. ]
Take this off so I can run my fingers through your hair, sweets.
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[ Myung takes the offered spot, feeling surprisingly nervous about it. There might be a couple of acid green streaks in his hair, along with the pink, but he still takes his hat off, playing with the brim of it for a moment. ]
I'm sorry if it's looking weird. It tends to. [ He's referring to his hair, of course, because he's always thinking it looks too mixed up and messy to be pretty, or to be attractive. ]
And I also have no idea why I'm suddenly nervous, but. Here we are.
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[ he says immediately, reaching to touch it, to card his fingers through it and push it back from myung's forehead. slow, relaxing touches. ]
You don't have to be nervous. We don't have to do anything you don't want, darling, and there's no pressure. Just fun, right?
[ no need to worry about feelings or anything if you don't want to, myung! but also, he doesn't want to give the impression this is totally unfeeling. it's not. he likes myung. ]
Between people who like each other?
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And then he chuckles, more embarrassed than nervous, as he tucks himself a tiny bit closer. ]
There's nothing I don't want, actually. [ And isn't that the truth. He opens his eyes, looking into Junsu's, relaxing a little as he smiles, dimple carving themselves on his cheeks. ]
Yeah. [ Myung definitely likes Junsu, too. In, so far, an uncomplicated way. ] Shit, you really are so pretty.
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Oh, [ he says, smiling, pleased and flushed, but not really shy. ] Tell me more about that.
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[ Slightly emboldened, Myung leans a little closer. ]
You have a very nice jawline, [ he moves to press a kiss to it, lingering for a moment. ] and your nose is adorable, [ a kiss there, too, ] and your eyes are so beautiful. The way you look at people... when you focus on me, it really pulls me in.
[ Now he's getting slightly embarrassed again. ] And then there's those lips. Man, they're so - [ He doesn't have the right words. Instead, he brushes his thumb against them. ]
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he lets him run his thumb against his lips, then whispers. ]
You should kiss them, then.
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That's over, now, because Myung is leaning in, his thumb moving to press against Junsu's jaw as he kisses him, wanting to keep it soft at first but quickly giving up, seeking more with his tongue and a hint of teeth. ]
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turns out he was right. he likes kissing myung, and lets that be known by moaning softly into the kiss when there's more tongue and teeth, surging into it to encourage him to keep going.
and placing a hand on his hip, thumb slipping under his shirt to touch his skin, letting it drag upwards under the shirt to rest at his waist. ]
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This particular one is already quite heated, Myung leaning up a little bit, looking like he's two seconds away from throwing a leg over Junsu's and straddling him to keep going. And honestly, he could - it doesn't take Myung much time to go from 0 to 60, but he doesn't want to rush anything, since. Well, they discussed kissing, nothing more.
He's got one hand in Junsu's hair and the other curled in the sheets, a moan escaping him at the touch of the other's finger to his skin, making him deepen the kiss further, almost involuntarily. Not that he's going to complain, mind you. ]
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myung moans, and junsu kisses him deeper, more insistent. he pulls away, wanting to tell him it's okay to do more, feelingthe intensity of the kiss climb and climb. ]
You're pretty good at that, pretty boy. [ is what he says instead, rolling onto his back and pulling myung on top. ] You can touch me, you know.
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Well. Okay then. ]
So are you. [ It's a whisper, Myung's cheeks feeling hot as he settles on top of Junsu, pulling back until he's more or less kneeling over him, his hands sliding under the hem of Junsu's shirt, brushing the waistband of his pants before flattening over his stomach, fabric bunching up around his wrists. ]
How much? How much can I touch you? [ Someone in this room is very, very greedy. ]
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As much as you want.
[ his eyes are locked with myung's, own cheeks a little flushed with anticipation. his fingers curl around myung's wrist, guiding his hand higher up his chest. ]
Anywhere. [ now he guides his hand lower, lower, the implication clear. ]
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Myung swallows visibly, around the beat of his heart that's suddenly skyrocketed in his chest, and he nods. They did talk about nipples, didn't they? With a newfound determination, Myung moves one hand up Junsu's chest again, the goal obviously to gather his shirt under his arms, exposing him, while his other hand moves down, pressing the heel of his hand against the other's crotch, rubbing through the fabric of his pants.
And then he leans down again, mouth finding a nipple immediately, tongue flicking against it as his fingers brush against the other one. ]
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he parts his legs, too, making more room for more touch. ]
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He lets out a soft noise against Junsu's nipple when he finds that he's not wearing any underwear - easy access, he's all for it, which is only one of the few reasons why he usually doesn't wear any himself - and he wraps his hand around Junsu's cock as he switches nipples, feeling like he probably looks like an intense game of Twister, right now.
Not that he cares. He's been told to touch, so... he's touching. ]
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his fingers rub at his scalp, buried deep in myung's hair. his eyes close, hips hitching against his hand, silently encouraging him. maybe not so silently — he makes a loud little noise when myung's hand and mouth both do just the right thing at the same time. he whispers myung's name, parting his legs a little more, planting his feet so he can better thrust into his hand. ]
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He pulls back all of a sudden, lips swollen red and shiny, and he rolls his wrist a couple of times, breathing a little hard now as he looks down at Junsu. He's past embarrassment, now, and he's pretty sure that, considering his reactions, Junsu is into this as well, but Myung still needs to say this. ]
This won't do. Can I get you naked, properly? I can't give you a good handjob like this. I'm a lot better than that.
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Yeah, whatever you need, baby.
[ he tugs at his face so he can kiss him, his lips looking too pink not to, adding to his breathlessness until he breaks the kiss and smiles a knowing smile. ]
You were already pretty good.
[ his hands push his pants down, helping myung get them off of him. ]
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I can be better. Before the war, these puppies were worth a lot of money.
[ Not that much. But still, it's gotta count for something, right?
Still fully clothed himself, Myung straddles one of Junsu's thick thighs as he licks a stripe up his palm and puts it to Junsu's cock again, this time able to move more freely, go lower, tease at his balls on the downstroke, twist his wrist on the upstroke.
He's very focused. ]
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