[ 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.
[ oh, that is better. now there's more room for him to squirm around, more room for myung to touch and move and work his magic. his hand feels so good, and there is a dexterity there that's pretty rare. his breathing hitches, and he drops his head back, neck exposed as his eyes flutter closed and he whines, high and loud.
when he opens his eyes he bites his lips, watching myung, concentrating so much on what he's doing. ]
Y'so focused. [ a breathless laugh, and he arches his hips, thrusting into his hand. ]
[ Myung hums, fingers putting pressure at different intervals along the length of Junsu's cock, like he's playing a melody on him, before he tips forward a little, thrusting his hips against Junsu's thigh, getting some friction against his own erection, even through his sweats.
He doesn't want to lose focus before he's gotten Junsu off, but - this feels too good to deny. He'd edging himself, keeping himself going, even if he feels too hot for once, his shirt constricting, despite how big it is on him. He swipes his thumb over the head of Junsu's cock, eyes flicking up to his face. ]
[ he's definitely better now that he has more room to work with. junsu didn't think he'd been bad before, either. he arches against his hand, as much as he dares without pushing myung off his thigh. he wants him to stay there. it's hot, feeling his erection against his leg like that, knowing myung is getting off to this too.
he doesn't have to worry about being unfocused or junsu feeling good. ]
I do — fuck, Myung. [ his face is flushed, body tense and a little squirmy, on edge. he can't seem to know where to put his hands. it feels good, good enough he doesn't want to hold off, wants to come rather than resist. but he wants something else too. ]
[ Myung bites his lip, a little harder than strictly necessary, eyes very heavy lidded as he looks at Junsu, jerks him off slow and steady. He wants to be doing just this until Junsu comes, but - sex is a give and take, not just one or the other, and so Myung takes a deep breath, pulling back just enough to chuck his shirt over his head, and pull his sweats down enough to expose himself, before his hand is back on Junsu. ]
You wanna - touch me? Please. Please.
[ It's a give and take, and Myung wants to get off, too. ]
[ junsu nods even as his hand is already wrapping around myung's cock, matching the way he's touching him. he wants to do more, faster, harder — but he'll give exactly as he's getting.
slow and steady. thumb running over the tip when his hand gets there, shifting his thigh to encourage him to keep grinding down against him if he wants.
[ The moan that Myung lets out when Junsu touches him sounds wrecked, ripped right out of him, and he doubles over, hips moving into Junsu's hold, a shiver running down his spine. His own touch falters for a second before he gets some control back, moving a little faster now.
It's all too easy to lean into another kiss, a little desperate now, a lot sloppier than they were before, a little bit filthy. ]
[ myung sounds hot, as if junsu needed to be more turned on than he is right now, as if even the way he was kissing him now wasn't making him feel closer and closer to the edge.
his touch is faster now, urging him on, and junsu's hips lift off the bed a bit before he matches myung's pace, easing back from the kiss to watch him, lips reddened and slick, eyes. he kind of wants to get his mouth on myung, too, to taste him and make him fall apart like that.
so he stops touching him, nudging him so he falls back on the bed and rolling on top of him, pressing a kiss to his chest and sternum and then hip before wrapping his lips around his cock, hand at his base moving in time. ]
[ Well, fuck. One second he's on top, in control, about ready to make Junsu beg, and the next he's on his back and Junsu's mouth is on his dick and Myung lets out another broken sound, quite close to a whine, because he loves getting blown, but also he was so close to getting Junsu off and now he can't touch him. ]
Dirty pool, babe, that's - dirty pool, fuuuuu-
[ Myung's back arches, feeling how he's already dripping in Junsu's mouth, so hot and wet and amazing, pushing his hips down into the mattress, not wanting to fuck things up by thrusting into Junsu's mouth uninvited. ]
[ junsu would laugh if he could. he can't do it without choking right now, though, so he just keeps working his mouth, his throat, around myung. he keeps his hands moving over his thighs, light nails dragging over skin, one hand sneaking between his legs for gentle touches to his balls.
he has one thing in mind, and that's getting myung off, tasting even more of him than he already does. he pulls back a bit, not completely off him, but enough so that when he looks up at him, it's obvious he's giving him permission. there's a bit of a smirk on his lips, too. yeah, he knows he just flipped this over on him completely, and he's smug about it.
but myung really doesn't need to keep his hips pinned back on the bed. ]
[ Jesus Christ, that's all hardly fair. He was doing such a good job, and now he's the one who's going to fall apart first because he doesn't have the strength to pull Junsu off of him and turn the table over again, no, not right now, not when he's this close and Junsu's mouth feels so good.
Maybe Myung has a bit of a thing for blowjobs, especially receiving them, and maybe he's really, really goddamn weak and he wants to watch Junsu's thick, beautiful gorgeous lips stretched around his cock, and he wants, he wants, he wants.
He lets out a low groan when their eyes meet, reading the permission there, and he takes a deep, harsh breath through his nose as he starts moving, more careful than he really wants, just rolling his hips and seeing his Junsu likes it. ]
[ he could pull away to say good and that's what i want and come in my mouth then, but instead he just doubles his efforts, shows myung how open his mouth and throat are, how he can take all of him without trouble.
he moans, too, wanting to make it clear he likes this, loves this. he reaches for myung's hand, buries it into his hair. silently telling him he can hold on, fuck up into his mouth in earnest and finish that way. it's what junsu wants, too. his own arousal almost forgotten, wanting to see myung fall apart and taste him on his tongue. ]
[ A very tiny part of Myung thinks, not fair, because he wants to see Junsu lose his shit, too, but. It's really a very small part, and most of his thoughts are completely wrapped on how good Junsu's mouth feels around his cock, how hot and wet and filthy, and he starts moving his hips more, unable to resist. Junsu moves one of Myung's hands into his hair and okay, okay, there's no way he can fight this, there's no way he can get the upper hand again, here.
Sure, he's losing, but is he?
He lets out a few more high pitched noises, more and more sounding like the warnings they are, as he rolls his hips into Junsu's mouth and tilts his head down to watch and fuck but Junsu has a mouth made for this.
And then he's coming, hips raised off of the mattress, thighs tense, fingers clenching tight in Junsu's hair as he grunts and whimpers, his brain going completely offline. ]
[ junsu keeps his mouth on him through it, until he's completely lax against the bed. he presses a few kisses along his softening length when he pulls off, giggles softly to himself. he really made myung fall apart, here, and he's so proud of himself and smug about it. ]
You okay, baby?
[ he kisses up his chest, licks at a nipple before settling at his side, watching him with a playful smile. ]
[ Myung lets out an explosive breath when he's able to breathe once more, staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. And to think he only came over to make out a little. Yeah, sure. As if.
Junsu is looking stupidly proud, and Myung groans, rolling to his side to face him, hand going straight back to Junsu's cock as he leans in, nuzzling him with a nod. ]
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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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when he opens his eyes he bites his lips, watching myung, concentrating so much on what he's doing. ]
Y'so focused. [ a breathless laugh, and he arches his hips, thrusting into his hand. ]
Can rub off on my thigh if you want.
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He doesn't want to lose focus before he's gotten Junsu off, but - this feels too good to deny. He'd edging himself, keeping himself going, even if he feels too hot for once, his shirt constricting, despite how big it is on him. He swipes his thumb over the head of Junsu's cock, eyes flicking up to his face. ]
Want you to feel good.
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he doesn't have to worry about being unfocused or junsu feeling good. ]
I do — fuck, Myung. [ his face is flushed, body tense and a little squirmy, on edge. he can't seem to know where to put his hands. it feels good, good enough he doesn't want to hold off, wants to come rather than resist. but he wants something else too. ]
I want to see you get off too.
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You wanna - touch me? Please. Please.
[ It's a give and take, and Myung wants to get off, too. ]
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slow and steady. thumb running over the tip when his hand gets there, shifting his thigh to encourage him to keep grinding down against him if he wants.
he surges up, too, leaning on his elbow ]
Kiss me again.
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It's all too easy to lean into another kiss, a little desperate now, a lot sloppier than they were before, a little bit filthy. ]
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his touch is faster now, urging him on, and junsu's hips lift off the bed a bit before he matches myung's pace, easing back from the kiss to watch him, lips reddened and slick, eyes. he kind of wants to get his mouth on myung, too, to taste him and make him fall apart like that.
so he stops touching him, nudging him so he falls back on the bed and rolling on top of him, pressing a kiss to his chest and sternum and then hip before wrapping his lips around his cock, hand at his base moving in time. ]
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Dirty pool, babe, that's - dirty pool, fuuuuu-
[ Myung's back arches, feeling how he's already dripping in Junsu's mouth, so hot and wet and amazing, pushing his hips down into the mattress, not wanting to fuck things up by thrusting into Junsu's mouth uninvited. ]
You w-were getting c-close -
[ What are words. ]
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he has one thing in mind, and that's getting myung off, tasting even more of him than he already does. he pulls back a bit, not completely off him, but enough so that when he looks up at him, it's obvious he's giving him permission. there's a bit of a smirk on his lips, too. yeah, he knows he just flipped this over on him completely, and he's smug about it.
but myung really doesn't need to keep his hips pinned back on the bed. ]
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Maybe Myung has a bit of a thing for blowjobs, especially receiving them, and maybe he's really, really goddamn weak and he wants to watch Junsu's thick, beautiful gorgeous lips stretched around his cock, and he wants, he wants, he wants.
He lets out a low groan when their eyes meet, reading the permission there, and he takes a deep, harsh breath through his nose as he starts moving, more careful than he really wants, just rolling his hips and seeing his Junsu likes it. ]
I'm not gonna - last -
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he moans, too, wanting to make it clear he likes this, loves this. he reaches for myung's hand, buries it into his hair. silently telling him he can hold on, fuck up into his mouth in earnest and finish that way. it's what junsu wants, too. his own arousal almost forgotten, wanting to see myung fall apart and taste him on his tongue. ]
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Sure, he's losing, but is he?
He lets out a few more high pitched noises, more and more sounding like the warnings they are, as he rolls his hips into Junsu's mouth and tilts his head down to watch and fuck but Junsu has a mouth made for this.
And then he's coming, hips raised off of the mattress, thighs tense, fingers clenching tight in Junsu's hair as he grunts and whimpers, his brain going completely offline. ]
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You okay, baby?
[ he kisses up his chest, licks at a nipple before settling at his side, watching him with a playful smile. ]
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Junsu is looking stupidly proud, and Myung groans, rolling to his side to face him, hand going straight back to Junsu's cock as he leans in, nuzzling him with a nod. ]
M'okay. Sorry, words are hard.
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