[ 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.
[ junsu gasps and cries out at the new pace, his squirming intensifying, limbs shifting and twisting in the sheets. he doesn't move his hips too much, lets kwang do the work, lets himself feel his mouth work over and around him, his throat too, rather than taking charge.
heat builds in his stomach, faster and faster, faster still when junsu watches kwang. ]
Fuck, [ he whines, strained and hoarse, so close now it feels inevitable. both his hands curl in kwang's hair, and he bucks his hips once, twice. ] Close, baby, so close —
[ which really was more that he was on the very edge, because he comes a second later, body tensing up and kwang's name on his lips, breathless whispers and a last twitch before he falls back, boneless. ]
[ There is very little in life that Kwang likes more than watching someone he loves fall apart at the seams like this, rendered speechless or loud by pleasure. There's nothing more beautiful than Junsu right now, body taut and tense, lips red and hair all over, muscles twitching.
Kwang swallows around him, making pleased noises as he does, and then starts to pull off, keeping his fingers wrapped around the base of Junsu's cock as he does, not wanting to break off all contact but not wanting his boyfriend to get uncomfortable, either.
He looks up, knowing he must look slightly debauched himself, hair wild, cheeks flushed with his own arousal, lips red and swollen. He smiles, flattening his palm against Junsu's stomach before he replaces it with his mouth, kissing the soft skin. ]
[ it takes him a moment to be able to gather this thoughts, his words, and answer. he's dazed and sated and his body is still gasping for air. ]
Hmm. Yeah. [ he manages to say that much, but his voice sounds a little funny. ]
Sorta.
[ he chuckles softly, breathless, hand pushing sweaty hair from his forehead. looking down takes his breath away all over again, kwang looking gorgeous like this, mouth looking used, cheeks red, hair a mess. he takes it all in, reaching to run fingertips over his red lips. ]
God, you look amazing like this. [ he motions with his hand. ] C'mere.
[ With a chuckle, Kwang kisses at Junsu's hipbone lightly, delighted by how dazed Junsu looks and sounds. That's exactly what he wanted, for Junsu to be completely gone on pleasure. He's not exactly feeling smug, just... very, very pleased.
And hot. And hard. God, he's hard as hell, right now.
Which is why he travels up Junsu's body quickly, not hesitating for a moment to go where he's asked to. He hovers above Junsu for a moment, hair falling in his eyes. ]
[ junsu answers, whispered, nuzzling at kwang's nose. his hand slides down his chest, over his pants. he cups his erection through his clothes, letting out a breathless chuckle. ]
Oh, hello.
[ his eyebrows raise, and then he's kissing kwang softly, but his hand's making it's way past the waistband of his pants, seeking heat and hardness and loving to know pleasuring him had this effect on kwang. ]
[ junsu wouldn't want him to stop himself, either. he likes seeing kwang give into pleasure, lose himself in it. he likes the thrill of touching him and seeing the effect it has, that he has, on kwang. ]
Yeah? [ it's not very slick, though, but it doesn't take too much of his time for him to pull his hand away and lick it before returning it to kwang's pants, the other hand pushing them down to free him so he's got more room.
it's easier this way to go faster, to twist his wrist, to tighten his grip just enough in just the right place. his other hand slides up, finding kwang's nipple. ]
[ His arms tremble as he holds himself up above Junsu, pleasure pulsing through his veins just as hot as fire, as he watches Junsu lick his palm, push Kwang's pants down. He doesn't really mean to but then he's rolling over to his side, unable to support his own weight anymore, pulling Junsu with him and pressing close. ]
Fuck -
[ He does make Kwang feel amazing. The ways Junsu make Kwang feel are all completely unique, completely reserved to Junsu alone, to the shape of his smile and the dexterity of his fingers and the gentleness of his words and the weight of his love. It's all Junsu's, and after their earlier conversation, Kwang really hopes and believes that Junsu knows this, too.
He lets out a keening noise, hips rolling, and presses a kiss to the corner of Junsu's lips. ] I love you, [ Kwang says, quietly, with feeling. ]
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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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heat builds in his stomach, faster and faster, faster still when junsu watches kwang. ]
Fuck, [ he whines, strained and hoarse, so close now it feels inevitable. both his hands curl in kwang's hair, and he bucks his hips once, twice. ] Close, baby, so close —
[ which really was more that he was on the very edge, because he comes a second later, body tensing up and kwang's name on his lips, breathless whispers and a last twitch before he falls back, boneless. ]
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Kwang swallows around him, making pleased noises as he does, and then starts to pull off, keeping his fingers wrapped around the base of Junsu's cock as he does, not wanting to break off all contact but not wanting his boyfriend to get uncomfortable, either.
He looks up, knowing he must look slightly debauched himself, hair wild, cheeks flushed with his own arousal, lips red and swollen. He smiles, flattening his palm against Junsu's stomach before he replaces it with his mouth, kissing the soft skin. ]
You taste so good, babe. You still with me?
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Hmm. Yeah. [ he manages to say that much, but his voice sounds a little funny. ]
Sorta.
[ he chuckles softly, breathless, hand pushing sweaty hair from his forehead. looking down takes his breath away all over again, kwang looking gorgeous like this, mouth looking used, cheeks red, hair a mess. he takes it all in, reaching to run fingertips over his red lips. ]
God, you look amazing like this. [ he motions with his hand. ] C'mere.
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And hot. And hard. God, he's hard as hell, right now.
Which is why he travels up Junsu's body quickly, not hesitating for a moment to go where he's asked to. He hovers above Junsu for a moment, hair falling in his eyes. ]
Hi.
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[ junsu answers, whispered, nuzzling at kwang's nose. his hand slides down his chest, over his pants. he cups his erection through his clothes, letting out a breathless chuckle. ]
Oh, hello.
[ his eyebrows raise, and then he's kissing kwang softly, but his hand's making it's way past the waistband of his pants, seeking heat and hardness and loving to know pleasuring him had this effect on kwang. ]
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His hips move into the touch, Kwang unable to help himself - not really wanting to, either. He moans, lips pressed to Junsu's. ]
Feels good, baby - [ He stutters a little, feeling hot all over already. ]
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Yeah? [ it's not very slick, though, but it doesn't take too much of his time for him to pull his hand away and lick it before returning it to kwang's pants, the other hand pushing them down to free him so he's got more room.
it's easier this way to go faster, to twist his wrist, to tighten his grip just enough in just the right place. his other hand slides up, finding kwang's nipple. ]
Want you to feel good. Want you to feel amazing.
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Fuck -
[ He does make Kwang feel amazing. The ways Junsu make Kwang feel are all completely unique, completely reserved to Junsu alone, to the shape of his smile and the dexterity of his fingers and the gentleness of his words and the weight of his love. It's all Junsu's, and after their earlier conversation, Kwang really hopes and believes that Junsu knows this, too.
He lets out a keening noise, hips rolling, and presses a kiss to the corner of Junsu's lips. ] I love you, [ Kwang says, quietly, with feeling. ]