[ He did partially say it just to egg him on, but it pays off. As Jin's fingers dig into his legs, Jun grunts and presses his hips up—but slowly, giving him a chance to lift up if he needs the air. The friction, the slick tightness of Jin's mouth, it's all good.
But he doesn't want this to be how it ends. He stops moving and presses at Jin's shoulder. Even breathless, he speaks crisply. ]
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But he doesn't want this to be how it ends. He stops moving and presses at Jin's shoulder. Even breathless, he speaks crisply. ]
You want to fuck me?