[ Kwang laughs in answer, muffling it in the crook of Junsu's neck. It feels good to laugh, after such a heavy, if necessary conversation. ]
What can I say, guess I'm just that good.
[ And he'd agree, in that he doesn't find himself hideous, and he cares about the way he looks, but he still feels like Junsu is miles ahead of him. He pulls back to be able to look at him, those crinkling eyes and full lips and cute nose, and he leans in for a chaste kiss, unable to help himself. ]
Anytime, babe. Seriously, you need an ego boost? I'm your guy.
[ junsu laughs too, then sobers up a little, but his expression is soft. ]
You really are so nice to me. This is so nice.
[ it's hard to remember kwang is his boyfriend in a concrete way, sometimes. because he's not been anyone's boyfriend in so long, and even back then maybe a part of him never really believed it was a real, lasting thing.
this feels real and lasting. and he's reminded that kwang is his boyfriend and he is kwang's boyfriend when they talk like this and make each other feel good with their words and do things like pretty up a tree house to be together, all alone. ]
[ Kwang runs his fingers through Junsu's hair, leaning back a little with his free hand on the blanket behind him, giving himself the opportunity to look his fill. Junsu still has insecurities about him, and Kwang knows it, even if he wishes he could shore it all up easily, with looks and words and promises. It's the kind of thing that takes time, and he knows it, he's patient, and every day he'll keep showing Junsu that he does love him, with everything he is made of.
Kwang smiles, thumb brushing Junsu's cheek. ]
You're welcome. Not that it was entirely selfless, mind you.
[ he does show junsu every day. most of the insecurities are less tied to kwang and a lot more tied to junsu himself,these days. those are harder to get rid of, more insidious.
he knows kwang loves him but being reminded still takes his breath away sometimes. ]
[ Just like it’s okay for Junsu to want him alone, too. Kwang surges up, fitting their mouths together in a searing kiss, hoping to say all the things he doesn’t always have the words for in it. His hand slides to the back of Junsu’s neck, and when he pulls back, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. ]
This weekend, it’s just about us, yeah? Let me take care of you. Worship you a little.
[ the words make junsu flush slightly, excited to do this, eager to see what kwang has in store. it can be hard to let go and let himself be worshipped, hard to be vulnerable some days, but with kwang it's never difficult. it's so easy to sink into it. ]
[ Kang lets out a pleased noise, his kisses traveling down to Junsu's jaw, his neck, taking his time with it. His hands move to Junsu's sides, still over his clothes. When he talks again, it's against Junsu's skin, as he kisses his way up to lick at his earlobe. ]
[ junsu lies down after getting a bit distracted by kwang's tongue at his earlobe. a noise escapes him, then he's lying down, eyeing kwang with a soft smile and pleasantly flushed cheeks. ]
[ Kwang grins, hands sliding down to rest on Junsu's thighs when he lies down. He licks his lips, thumbs running circles over the fabric of his boyfriend's jeans, feeling the muscUlar thighs underneath. ]
Let's see. I'm going to start by undressing you. I think I'm going to take it slow. And then I'm going to go down on you. You want to come in my mouth? Maybe I'll rim you a bit, too. Wrap those amazing thighs of yours around my head, see how long you can take it before you beg for more. How does that sound?
[ junsu's squirming already, and a bit red faced, but only because he wants this so much, and because kwang is so hot and beautiful and his voice is so nice and then he's saying all these nice things... ]
[ Kwang smiles, pleased with the response. It's only where he wants to start, but it feels important for him to follow through, and take care of Junsu, tell him without so many words as earlier just how important he is. So, so important.
He starts with Junsu's shirt, as he mentioned, undressing him slowly and not leaving it at that. Once he's got Junsu's shirt off, he's wrapping his lips around Junsu's nipples, one after the other, kissing his way down his chest slowly and surely, tasting his skin, not wanting to miss an inch of it.
As he does this, as he kisses his way all over Junsu's chest, his hands take care of his boyfriend's pants, tugging them down his legs bit by bit until Junsu is able to kick them off. At this point, Kwang is kissing Junsu's stomach, and he looks up, smiling. ]
[ junsu's writhing and moaning increases with each article of clothing that leaves him, with each touch of kwang's mouth. he kicks off his pants in a flash, but doesn't rush kwang at all beyond that touch of impatience.
the point is basking in each other, so he's going to let kwang take his time.
Mmm. I could take a million pictures and never get bored.
[ He drags his hands down along Junsu's thighs, fingers sliding inside the legs of his boxers. Kwang could grab his phone from the jacket he bundled himself in on his way to the treehouse, that he's left in a corner, but it would never do Junsu justice, not right now. He hums again instead, nipping lightly at a hipbone. ]
When I have my good camera. Can't bear not to be touching you, right now.
[ And then he's mouthing at Junsu's cock through his underwear, leaving damp patches when he presses his tongue to the fabric. ]
[ junsu gasps at the contact of kwang's mouth, then giggles breathlessly. his fingers card through his hair, and his hips squirm but he stays relatively still. ]
[ Kwang just hums in answer, but he’s grinning, working his mouth over Junsu’s cock to feel it grow harder, not pulling his underwear down just yet, taking his time with it to tease a little, to make the very most of the time they have and of this moment he’s been allowed control. He’s not here to abuse it, he just wants his boyfriend to be a melted puddle of pure pleasure before too long, and that’s what he’s working towards.
And if he can make Junsu beg a little, too, well. That’s a bonus.
His fingers slip further inside Junsu’s boxers, moving up the inside of his thigh, until he’s grazing his balls, and then moving lower still, only just teasing, barely there touches. ]
[ junsu's not one to keep himself quiet, even when he's being teased like this, but his reactions are a little more subtle than if kwang was to go all out. they're still there, though, his fingers curling and uncurling in his hair, the slight squirm of his hips, the twisting of the sheets where his feet dig in, the breathless little moans.
[ While listening intently to Junsu’s every noise, Kwang doesn’t quicken the pace just yet. He scrapes his teeth very lightly over the underside of Junsu’s hard cock in his underwear, fingers pushing further in to fondle him a little, and then even moves up again to kiss Junsu’s stomach, breathing hard against his skin and leaving a damp trail.
He looks up at Junsu’s words, feeling so entirely devoted to him, and his pleasure. ]
No more, since you’re done.
[ And so he moves, hands slipping out to pull at Junsu’s underwear, his mouth immediately wrapping around Junsu’s erection as he keeps undressing him at the same time. He’s no tease. ]
[ junsu shivers, all anticipation and eagerness, and then lets out a soft little cry when kwang's mouth is finally on him. he moans, too, something that might have been kwang's name, helping him rid him of his clothes as best as he can without wriggling his hips too much.
he doesn't mean or want to rush kwang. not when this feels so good, when his mouth is perfect. ]
Better, [ he mumbles, lips quirking, hoping to amuse kwang a little. ]
[ With a soft, muffled chuckle, Kwang looks up, quirking an eyebrow. Oh, better, is it? Well, Junsu has seen nothing yet. In the next moment, Kwang slides his mouth down, until he's got all of his boyfriend in his mouth, nose pressed to his lower stomach. He hollows his cheeks a little as he sucks hard, something self-satisfied when he flicks his eyes up again.
[ oh yeah. so much better junsu lets out a choked cry and then curses under his breath. it's not fair how good kwang is at this, not fair how little it takes for him to drive junsu a little crazy.
his fingers this time close tightly in his hair and pull. just a little. ]
[ Yes - that's the kind of reaction Kwang is looking for, hands gently pressing down on Junsu's hips, keeping him in place as he moves, following the pull on his hair until he's only got the very tip of Junsu's cock in his mouth, tongue flicking against the slit.
And then back down he goes, keeping himself moving aggravatingly slow, just to see if he can make Junsu beg. ]
[ it's the whiniest of whines, punctuated with a moan. kwang is going so slow, which means he can really feel everything, the drag of his mouth all along him, his tongue, his lips.
but it also isn't enough. he whines again, squirming his shoulders and head around. but he doesn't say please. not yet. ]
[ Kwang grins, an amused huff escaping him, and he goes deep once more before he pulls off all the way, lips shiny with spit, red with use. He wraps his hand around Junsu for a moment, as he looks at his boyfriend intently. ]
What do you want? Rough and fast? D'you want to come against the back of my throat? You gotta ask for it, baby...
[ just having kwang look at him this way has junsu close his eyes and groan again. but then he opens them once more, not wanting to lose the opportunity to see this, kwang's face, reddened lips, looking at him intently, asking him what he wants. one of those unforgettable sights. ]
Fast, please — [ he whines, bucks his hips, seeks more out of kwang's hand and looks like he's trying to get his mouth back on him. ] Wanna come in your mouth.
[ Kwang doesn't waste another second. He leans back down, moving his hand to rest, flat, against Junsu's lower stomach as he slides his lips back down all the way, swallowing around the head of Junsu's dick against his throat, relaxing his jaw again.
Ah, the joys of not having a gag reflex.
There's no more teasing, from this point on. Kwang is determined and focused, moving fast, hollowing his cheeks and flicking his tongue against Junsu's dick, dragging it down and back up, a little relentless.
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What can I say, guess I'm just that good.
[ And he'd agree, in that he doesn't find himself hideous, and he cares about the way he looks, but he still feels like Junsu is miles ahead of him. He pulls back to be able to look at him, those crinkling eyes and full lips and cute nose, and he leans in for a chaste kiss, unable to help himself. ]
Anytime, babe. Seriously, you need an ego boost? I'm your guy.
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You really are so nice to me. This is so nice.
[ it's hard to remember kwang is his boyfriend in a concrete way, sometimes. because he's not been anyone's boyfriend in so long, and even back then maybe a part of him never really believed it was a real, lasting thing.
this feels real and lasting. and he's reminded that kwang is his boyfriend and he is kwang's boyfriend when they talk like this and make each other feel good with their words and do things like pretty up a tree house to be together, all alone. ]
Thank you for this, baby.
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Kwang smiles, thumb brushing Junsu's cheek. ]
You're welcome. Not that it was entirely selfless, mind you.
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[ he does show junsu every day. most of the insecurities are less tied to kwang and a lot more tied to junsu himself,these days. those are harder to get rid of, more insidious.
he knows kwang loves him but being reminded still takes his breath away sometimes. ]
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[ Just like it’s okay for Junsu to want him alone, too. Kwang surges up, fitting their mouths together in a searing kiss, hoping to say all the things he doesn’t always have the words for in it. His hand slides to the back of Junsu’s neck, and when he pulls back, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. ]
This weekend, it’s just about us, yeah? Let me take care of you. Worship you a little.
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Okay. I'm yours.
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Lie down for me?
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Tell me what you'll do to me?
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Let's see. I'm going to start by undressing you. I think I'm going to take it slow. And then I'm going to go down on you. You want to come in my mouth? Maybe I'll rim you a bit, too. Wrap those amazing thighs of yours around my head, see how long you can take it before you beg for more. How does that sound?
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[ junsu's squirming already, and a bit red faced, but only because he wants this so much, and because kwang is so hot and beautiful and his voice is so nice and then he's saying all these nice things... ]
Sounds perfect.
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He starts with Junsu's shirt, as he mentioned, undressing him slowly and not leaving it at that. Once he's got Junsu's shirt off, he's wrapping his lips around Junsu's nipples, one after the other, kissing his way down his chest slowly and surely, tasting his skin, not wanting to miss an inch of it.
As he does this, as he kisses his way all over Junsu's chest, his hands take care of his boyfriend's pants, tugging them down his legs bit by bit until Junsu is able to kick them off. At this point, Kwang is kissing Junsu's stomach, and he looks up, smiling. ]
If I could take a picture of you right now...
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the point is basking in each other, so he's going to let kwang take his time.
he flushes a bit. ]
You can. Anytime you want.
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[ He drags his hands down along Junsu's thighs, fingers sliding inside the legs of his boxers. Kwang could grab his phone from the jacket he bundled himself in on his way to the treehouse, that he's left in a corner, but it would never do Junsu justice, not right now. He hums again instead, nipping lightly at a hipbone. ]
When I have my good camera. Can't bear not to be touching you, right now.
[ And then he's mouthing at Junsu's cock through his underwear, leaving damp patches when he presses his tongue to the fabric. ]
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Really love your priorities, sweetie.
[ pictures later. more touching now. ]
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And if he can make Junsu beg a little, too, well. That’s a bonus.
His fingers slip further inside Junsu’s boxers, moving up the inside of his thigh, until he’s grazing his balls, and then moving lower still, only just teasing, barely there touches. ]
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some of those get whiny. ]
H-How long are you going to tease me for?
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He looks up at Junsu’s words, feeling so entirely devoted to him, and his pleasure. ]
No more, since you’re done.
[ And so he moves, hands slipping out to pull at Junsu’s underwear, his mouth immediately wrapping around Junsu’s erection as he keeps undressing him at the same time. He’s no tease. ]
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he doesn't mean or want to rush kwang. not when this feels so good, when his mouth is perfect. ]
Better, [ he mumbles, lips quirking, hoping to amuse kwang a little. ]
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Is that even better? ]
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his fingers this time close tightly in his hair and pull. just a little. ]
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And then back down he goes, keeping himself moving aggravatingly slow, just to see if he can make Junsu beg. ]
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[ it's the whiniest of whines, punctuated with a moan. kwang is going so slow, which means he can really feel everything, the drag of his mouth all along him, his tongue, his lips.
but it also isn't enough. he whines again, squirming his shoulders and head around. but he doesn't say please. not yet. ]
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What do you want? Rough and fast? D'you want to come against the back of my throat? You gotta ask for it, baby...
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Fast, please — [ he whines, bucks his hips, seeks more out of kwang's hand and looks like he's trying to get his mouth back on him. ] Wanna come in your mouth.
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[ Kwang doesn't waste another second. He leans back down, moving his hand to rest, flat, against Junsu's lower stomach as he slides his lips back down all the way, swallowing around the head of Junsu's dick against his throat, relaxing his jaw again.
Ah, the joys of not having a gag reflex.
There's no more teasing, from this point on. Kwang is determined and focused, moving fast, hollowing his cheeks and flicking his tongue against Junsu's dick, dragging it down and back up, a little relentless.
Junsu asked, and so he shall receive. ]
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