[ 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. ]
[ Oh yeah, he certainly knows what he's doing. And he keeps his eyes straight on Junsu's face, taking in every little twitch, every little intake of air. His hand moves up further, curling around Junsu's neck, and then relaxing a little, two fingers hooked in the collar of his shirt, like an offering. If he needs them, they're here.
He keeps moving, cheeks hollowed as he keeps on pulling almost all the way back and then pushing back deep, taking all of Junsu's cock, feeling it when he relaxes his jaw, his throat, breathing through his nose.
The next time he pulls back, his eyes are very clear when they meet Junsu's, silently telling to go for it, move his hips. Do it. ]
[ junsu doesn't hesitate. he starts moving, hands dropping so they're both in kwang's hair now. he can't believe he's doing this, can't believe anyone could hear if he's too loud, could notice they both left, could get someone to unlock the door and find them like this.
it's hot. kwang is hot, too, looking at him like this. junsu's hips move, needy and eager but not overwhelming, little thrusts that work but aren't going to choke kwang.
it's good, but too good to keep quiet. he makes a few noises, low moans at the back of his throat. they echo in the tiled bathroom, and he dips his head to catch kwang's fingers with his lips, guiding them between his lips. he sucks on them instead, eyes half lidded, looking down at the way kwang's mouth stretches around him and tensing as pleasure builds quick and hot under his skin. ]
[ Relaxing his throat around Junsu, Kwang hums in pleasure, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he takes it, lets Junsu fuck his mouth in small, aborted movements, and Kwang just tilts his chin a little bit, to feel the slide of Junsu's cock against his tongue some more, to feel him deeper. He leans in closer, too, until his nose is grazing Junsu's shirt, and he rucks it up a bit with his free hand to be able to touch skin.
He jolts when Junsu starts sucking on his fingers, though, looking up sharply, eyes meeting Junsu's. He's flushed, and his mouth is sinfully hot, his lips sinfully plush, and Kwang has to pull back a fraction not to choke, unable to breathe for a second, too taken by the sight.
The two of them work together then, Junsu's hips pushing in and Kwang's mouth meeting him halfway, the rhythm irregular, full of broken off noises and harsh breaths. ]
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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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He keeps moving, cheeks hollowed as he keeps on pulling almost all the way back and then pushing back deep, taking all of Junsu's cock, feeling it when he relaxes his jaw, his throat, breathing through his nose.
The next time he pulls back, his eyes are very clear when they meet Junsu's, silently telling to go for it, move his hips. Do it. ]
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it's hot. kwang is hot, too, looking at him like this. junsu's hips move, needy and eager but not overwhelming, little thrusts that work but aren't going to choke kwang.
it's good, but too good to keep quiet. he makes a few noises, low moans at the back of his throat. they echo in the tiled bathroom, and he dips his head to catch kwang's fingers with his lips, guiding them between his lips. he sucks on them instead, eyes half lidded, looking down at the way kwang's mouth stretches around him and tensing as pleasure builds quick and hot under his skin. ]
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He jolts when Junsu starts sucking on his fingers, though, looking up sharply, eyes meeting Junsu's. He's flushed, and his mouth is sinfully hot, his lips sinfully plush, and Kwang has to pull back a fraction not to choke, unable to breathe for a second, too taken by the sight.
The two of them work together then, Junsu's hips pushing in and Kwang's mouth meeting him halfway, the rhythm irregular, full of broken off noises and harsh breaths. ]