[ 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? ]
[minsu smiles at him, his eyes bright and open. the way that his breaths come a little quicker betray the pace of his own heart, but junsu can likely feel the beat of it. they're pressed that close together.]
It's better than a dream. [minsu rocks forward gently to kiss junsu's forehead, following it with another wet but brief kiss to the mouth. it's the sort of thing that he enjoys doing, but he's not always sure how well it's received. sometimes his partners just want to get off.] I'm going to be here when you wake up.
[he sighs as junsu takes his face in his hands. there's a soft catch of breath at those words. minsu's never heard their like before, and he knows junsu means them, and that makes him feel like he could float right out of his body, he's so happy.]
Okay pick your body part, because I'm going to make you come with it so hard, I swear to fuck-
[he's in love. all the more reason to tear junsu up.]
[ his heart seizes. saying the words, echoing them, makes them feel more real. minsu is going to be there when he wakes up. he won't wake to an empty bed. minsu's going to be there and they'll have shared this, for real. these feelings between them, that mutual understanding — it means something.
it means everything. and it's real. he laughs at minsu's words, feeling so loved and wanted and happy in a full way he can't remember ever knowing before. maybe it's because minsu fits so well into his life, his heart, that it feels like he belongs there. the doubt about minsu returning his feelings was a deep, deep hole in his chest.
now it's full. so full. his laugh is breathless and watery, eyes filling up. ]
I love you. [ he blurts it out without thinking, without needing to. this has been true from the moment they touched. not love at first sight, but the strike of the match that set it off. his heart beats hard and fast, a little scared, but also not at all. minsu is the safest person. and why would he withhold this feeling from him? he deserves to hear it, to feel it, to know it. to be loved.
his arms wind around minsu's neck, tight, tight. his chest heaves as he takes a deep breath, whispering between them. the laughter's gone now. it's just love and want and awe. wonder. ]
[minsu knows that nothing's wrong, or at least he hopes it's not. maybe that's why he asks the question so softly, cupping junsu's face in his hands so he can brush his thumbs against the dampness under the other boy's eyes. it's enough to make him blink quickly too, laughing along with him. he's really just asking him to share his thoughts.
and he does. to his credit, the change in minsu's expression isn't drastic enough to make junsu feel awkward about the words, nor change the mood. it's just a widening of his eyes, a visible inhale of breath. it's not a dream, he's already established that. minsu must keep believing in the reality of it, otherwise his heart might break.]
Junsu, god.
[minsu kisses him when he wraps his arms around him, open and wet from the very start. this is real, this is happening, and repeats it back to him in words even if the way that he kissed him might've already said it for him.]
I love you too.
[how long. a part of minsu want to ask how long he's know, how long junsu has been in love with him while minsu felt the exact same. but he doesn't want to think about the waste time, doesn't want to waist a minute more either. he kissed down his body, a man on a mission now.]
I love you so much, I'm yours, I'll give you everything that I am.
[ these are words he wasn't sure he'd ever hear, and here they are, repeated, in minsu's voice, aimed at him, meaning what he means when he says them. maybe it's too fast, but he doesn't care. there's been something with minsu since the day he came into the house, even if minsu might not have known at first.
junsu's had his eye on him, watching, wanting, yearning, a little.
and now they're here, and he feels choked up with it, loved, precious, wanted. without having to present himself in such and such a way to get that result with who he's with. he didn't have to do anything except be himself. be free. knowing it was safe.
his hand cards through minsu's hair as he kisses down his body, squirming beneath him like he can't wait, like he knows what's coming is going to be even more incredible than everything they've shared so far. ]
It's not greedy to want something that's already yours.
[minsu laughs, flushed and bright, almost a glow to him. junsu's the only one who's seen him this way, with more to come, what minsu really looks like as a lover and not focused on heavy-lidded looks or positions that will get hands and mouths on him.]
Roll over.
[he pats his hips playfully, one at a time.]
I want to kiss your back too.
[every inch of him deserves love. but there's mischief in minsu's eyes, the curve of his lips. there's more to it than that.]
[ junsu looks at minsu but doesn't even question it, not even the little mischief in his eyes. he's just happy. he just laughs softly under his breath, nodding. there's still a ball of emotion in his throat but it feels good to be light and silly as usual with minsu.
for the joy that permeates being in his presence to remain, even in the more intense and intimate moments. ]
[minsu grin at his compliment. it was always bittersweet before, hearing junsu's praise, his cute little pet names. he has one of the sweetest tongues that minsu's ever known.
he so badly wanted for it to be real, for it to actually mean something. now he knows that it does.
he blinks after junsu glances back, laughs and blushes because he knows he's been caught staring. minsu crawls up closer to him, chest lightly pressing against his back as he drops a kiss to junsu's shoulder first.]
I'm proud to call you all mine. It's probably the first time I've been proud of something in my whole life.
[minsu moves, pressing another kiss to the top of his spine. a hand smooths along his skin as he works his way down, some of the kisses wet, tongue tasting his skin. his ass almost gets a little bite, but then minsu lets go and kisses there too. he reaches up, dragging one of the spare pillows down to work under junsu's hips.]
I love the way you taste when I do this. [minsu slides his hands over the soft flesh, spreads him a little before leaning his head down to lick up him.] You're so hot inside. I've never wanted to make someone come from just my tongue.
[he smiles a little, because maybe less talking and more doing, but he can't help himself. he wants to share everything with junsu, body and thoughts at once.]
[ he never thought he could make someone proud like that. never thought he wanted to, really. before minsu all he'd wanted was to find someone who would be good to him and keep him safe and make sure he would survive this ordeal. it didn't matter how he felt about them as long as they could provide that.
minsu provides something else. something that makes junsu feel full, and alive, and stronger than he's felt in a very long time. ]
M'proud too, [ he mumbles against the crook of his arm before turning his head, looking back. ] You're the... best person I know. Magic, baby.
[ he gasps as much at minsu's words as the sensation of his tongue over him, fingers curling into the sheets, the other in his own hair. ]
Please, Minsu — [ he wants that, wants minsu to take him apart with his tongue only. he shifts back, wanting more. ]
[because just hearing junsu say that, the praise and affection in his words, it makes something warm and almost sparkling rush through him.
minsu licks him again, presses his lips against his hole before returning with his tongue. he knows he's good at this, he's good at...most things, when he sets his mind to it. but there's always been a little bit of desperation in sex for him, a little fear of rejection that motivate him. it's not there with junsu. minsu feels like maybe he can enjoy it the way it's meant to be, giving pleasure to someone because he wants them to feel good. receiving some of it back without feeling like he's asking for too much. knowing that the person he's sharing himself with cares as much for him as minsu does for them...it draws as much of a sound out of him as junsu's taste does.
his hand slips under junsu's hips, lifted a little to meet his mouth, and wraps his fingers around his cock.]
[ it's good, so good. minsu's definitely skilled, but even if he wasn't, doing this would still drive junsu a little crazy. because it's minsu. because it's them. because they love each other, and want each other, and what they have is special unlike anything else they share with others.
junsu gasps and moans loudly when minsu's hand joins in, arching back and burying his fingers deeper into minsu's hair, curling and uncurling. ]
You're so perfect, so perfect.
[ he's never thought of himself as really magic. only dreamt it, wished for it, yearned and longed. but when minsu says he is, junsu can believe it. he believes he has something else, even if only in minsu's eyes, but maybe that's enough. ]
[minsu strokes him slowly, leisurely, pressing a kiss against his rim with the same kind of ease. if it gives the impression that minsu could do this all night, there's a reason for it - he could. tonight isn't about overwhelming him and pushing him over the edge like he has something to prove. tonight minsu wants to take his time and push him closer to the edge inch by inch.
he only comes up when there's a soft knock on junsu's door. minsu looks in that direction, putting two and two together before he calls out to whoever's on the other side.]
Sorry, he's mine tonight. [minsu coaxes him to roll over onto his back, kissing and sucking at the head of his cock. but even that isn't too intense. this isn't how he wants him to come, he wants to do that with him, while he's inside of him.] Tomorrow night too.
[minsu smiles, flushed and red-lipped as he slides up junsu's body, kissing him but breaking long enough to look into his eyes.]
Yes, ah — [ junsu rolls over, skin flushed and pink and sweating, grasping at minsu's hair as he mouths at his cock. it's all just enough to be so good and to make him want more and not enough at all to satisfy the itch, but that's okay. he doesn't want it quick, or fast, or like some mutual masturbatory thing.
he wants all the love they feel, out in the open.
his eyes find minsu's and he nods, choked up at the implications and the request and the possessiveness. he's wanted to be wanted like this. he's wanted to be special. he thought minsu was it for him but that it wouldn't go further. and here he is. here they are. ]
Every night. [ his arms wrap around minsu's broad shoulders, fingers digging as his legs hook over his hips, arching. ]
I don't want anybody else like I want you, honey. [ he manages to choke out, voice strained and faltering, both from how turned on he is, how hot this is, and from how true the sentiment is. he loves minsu. he's head over heels. if he could have just him he would be beyond happy. ]
[junsu is especially beautiful like this. he practically glows - no, he actually glows. and he wants him. junsu's telling him with his body, with his words, and minsu just wants to sink into him and give him all that he's asking for, with all of himself.
but something has him hesitating. as much as minsu wants him, wants to feel him hot and tight around him and driving him crazy like no one else can. as much as he wants all of that, this is too important to be unclear about.
minsu dips his head down to kiss him, and he knows that's a poor substitute for what they were well on their way to doing. but minsu's heart is still pounding like a drum. junsu understands what he's saying, doesn't he? he feels dizzy with it, elated but also still afraid.]
Will you...can you be just mine? [and he immediately feels selfish for it, a little bit foolish. junsu is beautiful. he could have anyone and everyone in the house. and minsu's been with everyone, there's nothing special about him. but still, he perseveres.] I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything that you need, or want. No one...really, I don't think anyone could love you more than I do!
[he frowns. they're big words and he doesn't to offend any of junsu's other lovers. but minsu knows in his heart that it's true.]
[ junsu blinks. and then blinks again. and then his eyes are shining with tears. ]
You — You want that? You want me to be yours like that? [ his voice his thick with tears, but happy ones. he didn't think — he never thought he could hold such a special place in someone's heart, never thought in a place like the house that someone might want him for themselves.
least of all minsu. minsu, who understands and knows him better than anyone. minsu, who's the safest person he knows. minsu, who's very presence and existence makes years of junsu's life feel worth it.
he holds onto minsu more tightly, pulling him down against him to hug him. ]
Yes. Yes, I'll yours and yours alone, Minsu. [ he starts pressing sloppy kisses all over his face, sniffling as he does, laughing wetly too. ] I already am, in my heart.
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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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It's better than a dream. [minsu rocks forward gently to kiss junsu's forehead, following it with another wet but brief kiss to the mouth. it's the sort of thing that he enjoys doing, but he's not always sure how well it's received. sometimes his partners just want to get off.] I'm going to be here when you wake up.
[he sighs as junsu takes his face in his hands. there's a soft catch of breath at those words. minsu's never heard their like before, and he knows junsu means them, and that makes him feel like he could float right out of his body, he's so happy.]
Okay pick your body part, because I'm going to make you come with it so hard, I swear to fuck-
[he's in love. all the more reason to tear junsu up.]
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[ his heart seizes. saying the words, echoing them, makes them feel more real. minsu is going to be there when he wakes up. he won't wake to an empty bed. minsu's going to be there and they'll have shared this, for real. these feelings between them, that mutual understanding — it means something.
it means everything. and it's real. he laughs at minsu's words, feeling so loved and wanted and happy in a full way he can't remember ever knowing before. maybe it's because minsu fits so well into his life, his heart, that it feels like he belongs there. the doubt about minsu returning his feelings was a deep, deep hole in his chest.
now it's full. so full. his laugh is breathless and watery, eyes filling up. ]
I love you. [ he blurts it out without thinking, without needing to. this has been true from the moment they touched. not love at first sight, but the strike of the match that set it off. his heart beats hard and fast, a little scared, but also not at all. minsu is the safest person. and why would he withhold this feeling from him? he deserves to hear it, to feel it, to know it. to be loved.
his arms wind around minsu's neck, tight, tight. his chest heaves as he takes a deep breath, whispering between them. the laughter's gone now. it's just love and want and awe. wonder. ]
I love you, Minsu. I want all of you.
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[minsu knows that nothing's wrong, or at least he hopes it's not. maybe that's why he asks the question so softly, cupping junsu's face in his hands so he can brush his thumbs against the dampness under the other boy's eyes. it's enough to make him blink quickly too, laughing along with him. he's really just asking him to share his thoughts.
and he does. to his credit, the change in minsu's expression isn't drastic enough to make junsu feel awkward about the words, nor change the mood. it's just a widening of his eyes, a visible inhale of breath. it's not a dream, he's already established that. minsu must keep believing in the reality of it, otherwise his heart might break.]
Junsu, god.
[minsu kisses him when he wraps his arms around him, open and wet from the very start. this is real, this is happening, and repeats it back to him in words even if the way that he kissed him might've already said it for him.]
I love you too.
[how long. a part of minsu want to ask how long he's know, how long junsu has been in love with him while minsu felt the exact same. but he doesn't want to think about the waste time, doesn't want to waist a minute more either. he kissed down his body, a man on a mission now.]
I love you so much, I'm yours, I'll give you everything that I am.
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junsu's had his eye on him, watching, wanting, yearning, a little.
and now they're here, and he feels choked up with it, loved, precious, wanted. without having to present himself in such and such a way to get that result with who he's with. he didn't have to do anything except be himself. be free. knowing it was safe.
his hand cards through minsu's hair as he kisses down his body, squirming beneath him like he can't wait, like he knows what's coming is going to be even more incredible than everything they've shared so far. ]
I'm so greedy. I want it all.
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[minsu laughs, flushed and bright, almost a glow to him. junsu's the only one who's seen him this way, with more to come, what minsu really looks like as a lover and not focused on heavy-lidded looks or positions that will get hands and mouths on him.]
Roll over.
[he pats his hips playfully, one at a time.]
I want to kiss your back too.
[every inch of him deserves love. but there's mischief in minsu's eyes, the curve of his lips. there's more to it than that.]
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for the joy that permeates being in his presence to remain, even in the more intense and intimate moments. ]
Okay, handsome.
[ he rolls over, glancing over his shoulder. ]
I'm all yours.
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he so badly wanted for it to be real, for it to actually mean something. now he knows that it does.
he blinks after junsu glances back, laughs and blushes because he knows he's been caught staring. minsu crawls up closer to him, chest lightly pressing against his back as he drops a kiss to junsu's shoulder first.]
I'm proud to call you all mine. It's probably the first time I've been proud of something in my whole life.
[minsu moves, pressing another kiss to the top of his spine. a hand smooths along his skin as he works his way down, some of the kisses wet, tongue tasting his skin. his ass almost gets a little bite, but then minsu lets go and kisses there too. he reaches up, dragging one of the spare pillows down to work under junsu's hips.]
I love the way you taste when I do this. [minsu slides his hands over the soft flesh, spreads him a little before leaning his head down to lick up him.] You're so hot inside. I've never wanted to make someone come from just my tongue.
[he smiles a little, because maybe less talking and more doing, but he can't help himself. he wants to share everything with junsu, body and thoughts at once.]
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minsu provides something else. something that makes junsu feel full, and alive, and stronger than he's felt in a very long time. ]
M'proud too, [ he mumbles against the crook of his arm before turning his head, looking back. ] You're the... best person I know. Magic, baby.
[ he gasps as much at minsu's words as the sensation of his tongue over him, fingers curling into the sheets, the other in his own hair. ]
Please, Minsu — [ he wants that, wants minsu to take him apart with his tongue only. he shifts back, wanting more. ]
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[because just hearing junsu say that, the praise and affection in his words, it makes something warm and almost sparkling rush through him.
minsu licks him again, presses his lips against his hole before returning with his tongue. he knows he's good at this, he's good at...most things, when he sets his mind to it. but there's always been a little bit of desperation in sex for him, a little fear of rejection that motivate him. it's not there with junsu. minsu feels like maybe he can enjoy it the way it's meant to be, giving pleasure to someone because he wants them to feel good. receiving some of it back without feeling like he's asking for too much. knowing that the person he's sharing himself with cares as much for him as minsu does for them...it draws as much of a sound out of him as junsu's taste does.
his hand slips under junsu's hips, lifted a little to meet his mouth, and wraps his fingers around his cock.]
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junsu gasps and moans loudly when minsu's hand joins in, arching back and burying his fingers deeper into minsu's hair, curling and uncurling. ]
You're so perfect, so perfect.
[ he's never thought of himself as really magic. only dreamt it, wished for it, yearned and longed. but when minsu says he is, junsu can believe it. he believes he has something else, even if only in minsu's eyes, but maybe that's enough. ]
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he only comes up when there's a soft knock on junsu's door. minsu looks in that direction, putting two and two together before he calls out to whoever's on the other side.]
Sorry, he's mine tonight. [minsu coaxes him to roll over onto his back, kissing and sucking at the head of his cock. but even that isn't too intense. this isn't how he wants him to come, he wants to do that with him, while he's inside of him.] Tomorrow night too.
[minsu smiles, flushed and red-lipped as he slides up junsu's body, kissing him but breaking long enough to look into his eyes.]
And the next one?
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he wants all the love they feel, out in the open.
his eyes find minsu's and he nods, choked up at the implications and the request and the possessiveness. he's wanted to be wanted like this. he's wanted to be special. he thought minsu was it for him but that it wouldn't go further. and here he is. here they are. ]
Every night. [ his arms wrap around minsu's broad shoulders, fingers digging as his legs hook over his hips, arching. ]
I don't want anybody else like I want you, honey. [ he manages to choke out, voice strained and faltering, both from how turned on he is, how hot this is, and from how true the sentiment is. he loves minsu. he's head over heels. if he could have just him he would be beyond happy. ]
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but something has him hesitating. as much as minsu wants him, wants to feel him hot and tight around him and driving him crazy like no one else can. as much as he wants all of that, this is too important to be unclear about.
minsu dips his head down to kiss him, and he knows that's a poor substitute for what they were well on their way to doing. but minsu's heart is still pounding like a drum. junsu understands what he's saying, doesn't he? he feels dizzy with it, elated but also still afraid.]
Will you...can you be just mine? [and he immediately feels selfish for it, a little bit foolish. junsu is beautiful. he could have anyone and everyone in the house. and minsu's been with everyone, there's nothing special about him. but still, he perseveres.] I'll take care of you. I'll give you everything that you need, or want. No one...really, I don't think anyone could love you more than I do!
[he frowns. they're big words and he doesn't to offend any of junsu's other lovers. but minsu knows in his heart that it's true.]
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You — You want that? You want me to be yours like that? [ his voice his thick with tears, but happy ones. he didn't think — he never thought he could hold such a special place in someone's heart, never thought in a place like the house that someone might want him for themselves.
least of all minsu. minsu, who understands and knows him better than anyone. minsu, who's the safest person he knows. minsu, who's very presence and existence makes years of junsu's life feel worth it.
he holds onto minsu more tightly, pulling him down against him to hug him. ]
Yes. Yes, I'll yours and yours alone, Minsu. [ he starts pressing sloppy kisses all over his face, sniffling as he does, laughing wetly too. ] I already am, in my heart.