static; changmin/fc
static
changmin/fc, r, 141 w.
he's messy and enthusiastic, and she's a little endeared by the arousal she feels against her thigh.
changmin's got fingers on the exposed skin of her waist, and her fingers are tangled in his hair. there is something like static between them, a buzzing attraction that has changmin running his tongue down the length of her collar.
behind them, junsu turns the volume on the television up and pretends to be engrossed in the mating rituals of chimpanzees being painstakingly narrated by a shaggy australian man.
her breasts are pressed firmly against his chest as she leans up, tugs him down at the same time, and captures his mouth. he's messy and enthusiastic, and she's a little endeared by the arousal she feels against her thigh, hot and heavy and a little bit embarrassing.
"did i do that?" she murmurs, and changmin laughs against the arch of her throat.
"nah," he assures convincingly. "that was the monkey sex."
changmin/fc, r, 141 w.
he's messy and enthusiastic, and she's a little endeared by the arousal she feels against her thigh.
changmin's got fingers on the exposed skin of her waist, and her fingers are tangled in his hair. there is something like static between them, a buzzing attraction that has changmin running his tongue down the length of her collar.
behind them, junsu turns the volume on the television up and pretends to be engrossed in the mating rituals of chimpanzees being painstakingly narrated by a shaggy australian man.
her breasts are pressed firmly against his chest as she leans up, tugs him down at the same time, and captures his mouth. he's messy and enthusiastic, and she's a little endeared by the arousal she feels against her thigh, hot and heavy and a little bit embarrassing.
"did i do that?" she murmurs, and changmin laughs against the arch of her throat.
"nah," he assures convincingly. "that was the monkey sex."