[ 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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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. ]