Thank you, [ junsu smiles as he takes his coffee and a biscotti, taking a sip with a content sigh.
normally that sort of question would immediately drive junsu to lock up shop and close up. he has never liked personal questions. he doesn't really like to get personal. or at least he didn't, after the war and before coming here.
now things are changing, and he doesn't think kwang suspects anything about his magic, wonders instead what kind of question it might be. ]
[ Kwang nods, biting the inside of his lip for a second before asking the question. He knows it might be a difficult thing to answer, and so he takes his time, trying to find the right words. ]
Earlier, when we were in the bookshop, you said something. You said you didn't get to read much, when you were back in jail. What - I didn't know you'd been. Would you tell me why?
[ he was so scared, he doesn't even remember if he was charged with anything, if they used justice or just rumours and claims. all he can remember is being terrified, more than ever before, like the war was back. ]
Blabbed I wasn't human around too many ears, I guess. Maybe someone told on me, or maybe someone I asked for shelter was undercover.
[ he shrugs, hands curled around his coffee cup. ]
[ Sorry that he drudged up bad memories, that Junsu had to go through it at all. That he'd had to face untrustworthy people, and how it must have changed his perception of everyone. ]
For what it's worth, I know the feeling. Of being imprisoned. So if you ever need an understanding ear, I'm here.
[ he nods, smiling a bit. he prefers thinking about that than his time in jail. he doesn't mention it often for a reason, because thinking about it makes him feel boxed in again, because being that terrified in such an enclosed, suffocating space had been a living nightmare.
and it's over. why would he linger on it? he smiles a bit, taking another sip of coffee before speaking gently. ]
[ Kwang's mouth goes a little dry. Even though he invited the question, it's still a hard one to answer, to think back on. He takes a deep breath, looking down at his coffee, and then back up at Junsu, nodding. ]
I have. By the one who gave me -
[ He motions to his back, telling without any words. Junsu knows. He's seen the wounds. ]
He was. Insane, really. But also an excellent liar, and I fell for it hook, line and sinker, when we first met. But his true nature was very different than what he'd shown me before. But by the time I realized that, it was too late.
[ jesus. junsu's face falls a little, and he reaches for kwang's hand. he swallows back any fear, kicked up by his words, by how they could be applied to junsu, too. of course it's different, of course he would never want to hurt kwang, but now he sees why kwang might have a harder time with junsu's truth, if it was to ever come out.
[ His fingers squeeze Junsu's, and he shakes his head, smiling, a little sadly. ]
In a way, I feel like it was necessary? It led me to the life I now lead. If it hadn't happened, where would I be now? I don't know. But I like being here. I like being with you.
[ the smile this causes is bashful, almost shy. it's nice to hear something like that. even on a date, it takes him a little by surprise. it scares him, too, but he's greedy and selfish and right now doesn't want to think about why.
only soak in the words, and kwang's warm hand against his. ]
I like being with you too. This has been... [ he can't even say a good date. it's the best date. ] The best.
[ Not willing to let go of Junsu's hand, Kwang uses his free one to take another sip of coffee. There's a lot he'd like to say, about how he'd like to protect Junsu from any potential harm that could come his way and how he wants to keep making him smile like this, and smile more, more open and happy every day.
But all of it feels either too much, or like he'd ruin the mood of the date. So he keeps it all down for now, just smiles at Junsu, ridiculously pleased that his date idea went down well. ]
I'm glad. I'm sorry we couldn't find the book you wanted, though, but I might have an idea on how to get it somewhere else. [ He's not telling you just yet, though. He's making plans in his head, right now. ]
Also, I won't lie. I wanted to do a lot more than just kiss you, back there.
[ junsu is fine with not letting go of each other's hands. he doesn't really want to, right now. he doesn't talk about being imprisoned much, and neither of them went too detailed about it, but it's nice to know... he does get how it feels, the suffocating, claustrophobic way your mind shrinks when you think back on it.
it's good to know. he's glad to leave those thoughts behind, and he'll deal with the new layer of fear later. this date is too good to ruin. ]
[ It's not really something that Kwang likes to think back on too much, either. And if he does, in a place like this, full of humans and incredibly public, he runs a pretty huge risk if he keeps on talking about it. Talking about Xylnan tended to make the wings want to come out, and, well.
He can't do that in the middle of a coffee shop, now, can he?
So really, talking about having public sex is a safer topic. Funny how that goes.
Still, his voice is very soft and low when he speaks next, his smile very knowing. ]
If it'd been just us... I'd gone on my knees, right there and then. Push you back against a shelf full of books as I go down on you.
[ junsu giggles, louder than he'd intended to, quickly putting his hand near his mouth, fingers curling there. his cheeks flush, too, as he glances around, but not for long, gaze drawn back to kwang and the things he's saying. ]
That would've been... really nice. [ he looks at kwang's mouth now, explicitly. ] You're really skilled. Woudl've been hard to stay quiet.
[ Kwang chuckles, waggling his eyebrows for a second, silly and not caring that he is. They're having fun, being a little reckless, talking like this in public, and it's good to let go, to allow the teasing.
Keeping an eyebrow raised, Kwang touches his tongue to his bottom lip as Junsu looks at him. ]
Say we were to suddenly both need to use the restroom, think you'd be able to stay quiet?
[ junsu bites his lip, biting back a grin as eyes kwang, dropping his hand from his mouth. there's still something a little shy on his face. this would definitely fall in the reckless category.
[ it's possibly the longest minute of junsu's life. he sits with his coffee, tries to look casual and calm as he sips it, shifts in his seat. he counts it down in his head, wonders if kwang will have started touching himself, or if he'll have waited. both ideas make him want to stand and get to him immediately.
but he waits. a full minute. then he walks, calmly and slowly, toward the bathroom. he's a little less calm when he opens it and steps inside. ]
[ Kwang waited. He leaned back against the sink and stared at the door, like it could will time to move faster. Anticipation was rushing through his veins, making him smile to himself, but in an almost nervous, electric way.
He loved this, the rush of it. And he loves seeing Junsu appear, locking the door behind him. Kwang's smile grows bigger and he reaches out for Junsu, pulling him closer with a hand fisted in the front of his shirt. ]
Felt like forever.
[ He leans in, kissing Junsu with all this electricity and anticipation and desire coursing through him, still grinning into it. ]
[ junsu laughs, stopping only when kwang is kissing him. so he can kiss back and return that same electricity and anticipation, the sneakiness and thrill of doing this somewhere they shouldn't. his hand curls in kwang's hair, hand at the small of his back pulling him flush against him.
he lets out a little sound. soft, quiet. giggling breathlessly into the kiss when he remembers he has to be quiet. ]
What if I'm too loud?
[ he's never been very quiet in bed to begin with... ]
[ Kwang tugs on Junsu's bottom lip with his teeth before he pulls back completely, his hands moving down to open Junsu's ridiculously tight jeans - oh, how Kwang loves them, they make his ass look so spectacular. He hums very softly, nuzzling and kissing Junsu's face, the hinge of his jaw. ]
Find something to bite on? Or. You can suck on my fingers.
[ that sounds equally hot to junsu, who doesn't help kwang get rid of his too tight pants even though he wants them off fast. he lets him do it, watches, folds an arm so he can curl his fingers into kwang's hair. ]
Now I might be too loud on purpose.
[ defeats the purpose of doing that just to get kwang's fingers into his mouth, saying that, but he's giggly and turned on and this is kind of like a game and a challenge all at once. ]
[ Kwang grins, chuckling against Junsu's skin as he tugs at his pants, just enough to be able to expose him, just enough to be able to wrap a hand around his cock, Kwang still focused on kissing Junsu's neck, leaving a bit of a mark there - faint, but visible if you pay attention. ]
It'd be a shame if we got kicked out before I got you off, though, wouldn't it? Better get to it.
[ And then he's folding himself down to his knees, easy and graceful, and wastes no time taking Junsu in, taking him deep, until his nose is grazing Junsu's lower stomach. ]
[ junsu takes in a loud breath when kwang takes him in, as if about to let out a loud moan, before he chokes it off, remembering where they are, what they were just talking about. it turns instead into a weak whimper rather than the cry it would've been. ]
Fuck, Kwang, gotta warn me...
[ but it's part of the game, isn't it? playing the line of trying to make it so good junsu can't help but be loud, but not loud enough to get kicked out. junsu's fingers are still in his hair, clutching now, staying still to let him set the pace. ]
[ Kwang hums in amusement, making sure that Junsu can feel the vibrations of it, because no, that'd ruin the whole point to tell him, when all Kwang wants is to push boundaries a little further, see how far he can push Junsu.
So he hums, and he grins, and he pushes his tongue against the underside of Junsu's cock, making it wet and a little sloppy as he looks up, pulling back slowly and moving back in fast and deep, one of his hands running up Junsu's chest, ruffling up his shirt and exposing a strip of skin. ]
[ junsu lets out another gasp, a stilted ah, his hips stuttering at the sight of kwang looking up as he moves back before taking him back in, faster this time. kwang looks almost self satisfied, and he knows what he's doing.
junsu's heart is racing, body aching for more, breath filling his lungs until they ache from how hard he's trying to keep quiet. ]
Please, fuck. [ he's cradling the back of kwang's head, fingers tangled i his hair, other hand lifting so he can bite on the heel of his palm. ]
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normally that sort of question would immediately drive junsu to lock up shop and close up. he has never liked personal questions. he doesn't really like to get personal. or at least he didn't, after the war and before coming here.
now things are changing, and he doesn't think kwang suspects anything about his magic, wonders instead what kind of question it might be. ]
Okay.
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Earlier, when we were in the bookshop, you said something. You said you didn't get to read much, when you were back in jail. What - I didn't know you'd been. Would you tell me why?
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[ he was so scared, he doesn't even remember if he was charged with anything, if they used justice or just rumours and claims. all he can remember is being terrified, more than ever before, like the war was back. ]
Blabbed I wasn't human around too many ears, I guess. Maybe someone told on me, or maybe someone I asked for shelter was undercover.
[ he shrugs, hands curled around his coffee cup. ]
Doesn't really matter. I'm out of there now.
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[ Sorry that he drudged up bad memories, that Junsu had to go through it at all. That he'd had to face untrustworthy people, and how it must have changed his perception of everyone. ]
For what it's worth, I know the feeling. Of being imprisoned. So if you ever need an understanding ear, I'm here.
[ His look is serious and intent. ]
And you're safe, now.
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[ he nods, smiling a bit. he prefers thinking about that than his time in jail. he doesn't mention it often for a reason, because thinking about it makes him feel boxed in again, because being that terrified in such an enclosed, suffocating space had been a living nightmare.
and it's over. why would he linger on it? he smiles a bit, taking another sip of coffee before speaking gently. ]
You've been imprisoned before?
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I have. By the one who gave me -
[ He motions to his back, telling without any words. Junsu knows. He's seen the wounds. ]
He was. Insane, really. But also an excellent liar, and I fell for it hook, line and sinker, when we first met. But his true nature was very different than what he'd shown me before. But by the time I realized that, it was too late.
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still. mostly, his heart hurts. for kwang. ]
I'm sorry.
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In a way, I feel like it was necessary? It led me to the life I now lead. If it hadn't happened, where would I be now? I don't know. But I like being here. I like being with you.
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only soak in the words, and kwang's warm hand against his. ]
I like being with you too. This has been... [ he can't even say a good date. it's the best date. ] The best.
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But all of it feels either too much, or like he'd ruin the mood of the date. So he keeps it all down for now, just smiles at Junsu, ridiculously pleased that his date idea went down well. ]
I'm glad. I'm sorry we couldn't find the book you wanted, though, but I might have an idea on how to get it somewhere else. [ He's not telling you just yet, though. He's making plans in his head, right now. ]
Also, I won't lie. I wanted to do a lot more than just kiss you, back there.
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it's good to know. he's glad to leave those thoughts behind, and he'll deal with the new layer of fear later. this date is too good to ruin. ]
It's okay. I liked looking with you.
[ he smiles, soft but cheeky, too. ]
I kind of wanted you to.
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He can't do that in the middle of a coffee shop, now, can he?
So really, talking about having public sex is a safer topic. Funny how that goes.
Still, his voice is very soft and low when he speaks next, his smile very knowing. ]
If it'd been just us... I'd gone on my knees, right there and then. Push you back against a shelf full of books as I go down on you.
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That would've been... really nice. [ he looks at kwang's mouth now, explicitly. ] You're really skilled. Woudl've been hard to stay quiet.
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Keeping an eyebrow raised, Kwang touches his tongue to his bottom lip as Junsu looks at him. ]
Say we were to suddenly both need to use the restroom, think you'd be able to stay quiet?
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but he kind of definitely wants to go for it. ]
I would try my damnest.
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Find me in a minute, then. I'll keep the door unlocked for you.
[ Ah, the thrill of getting caught. Always fun. ]
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but he waits. a full minute. then he walks, calmly and slowly, toward the bathroom. he's a little less calm when he opens it and steps inside. ]
That felt like a whole hour.
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He loved this, the rush of it. And he loves seeing Junsu appear, locking the door behind him. Kwang's smile grows bigger and he reaches out for Junsu, pulling him closer with a hand fisted in the front of his shirt. ]
Felt like forever.
[ He leans in, kissing Junsu with all this electricity and anticipation and desire coursing through him, still grinning into it. ]
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he lets out a little sound. soft, quiet. giggling breathlessly into the kiss when he remembers he has to be quiet. ]
What if I'm too loud?
[ he's never been very quiet in bed to begin with... ]
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Find something to bite on? Or. You can suck on my fingers.
[ That'd be hot, actually. That'd be very hot. ]
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[ that sounds equally hot to junsu, who doesn't help kwang get rid of his too tight pants even though he wants them off fast. he lets him do it, watches, folds an arm so he can curl his fingers into kwang's hair. ]
Now I might be too loud on purpose.
[ defeats the purpose of doing that just to get kwang's fingers into his mouth, saying that, but he's giggly and turned on and this is kind of like a game and a challenge all at once. ]
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It'd be a shame if we got kicked out before I got you off, though, wouldn't it? Better get to it.
[ And then he's folding himself down to his knees, easy and graceful, and wastes no time taking Junsu in, taking him deep, until his nose is grazing Junsu's lower stomach. ]
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Fuck, Kwang, gotta warn me...
[ but it's part of the game, isn't it? playing the line of trying to make it so good junsu can't help but be loud, but not loud enough to get kicked out. junsu's fingers are still in his hair, clutching now, staying still to let him set the pace. ]
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So he hums, and he grins, and he pushes his tongue against the underside of Junsu's cock, making it wet and a little sloppy as he looks up, pulling back slowly and moving back in fast and deep, one of his hands running up Junsu's chest, ruffling up his shirt and exposing a strip of skin. ]
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junsu's heart is racing, body aching for more, breath filling his lungs until they ache from how hard he's trying to keep quiet. ]
Please, fuck. [ he's cradling the back of kwang's head, fingers tangled i his hair, other hand lifting so he can bite on the heel of his palm. ]
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