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“Okay,” Junhui says, sitting cross-legged on the bed. Idly, he scratches his bare calf. “How do you want to do this?”
Soonyoung is already hard in his expensive jeans. Junhui can see the line of his dick pushing up against the denim, especially when Soonyoung anxiously drags his hands down his thighs and pulls the material taut. Hissing, Soonyoung says, “I don’t know. I didn’t think I’d get this far.”
“It’s your kink, Hoshi-yah,” Junhui teases.
“I’m totally blanking,” Soonyoung whines back. “I want to try so many things I don’t know what to start with. I don’t know what I’ll like and what I won’t, you know?”
Yes, he knows. That’s the point of why he’s even here—to help Soonyoung find out. Leaning back on his palms, Junhui uncrosses his legs, stretching them out in front of him. They land on either side of Soonyoung, boxing him in. Junhui smirks when Soonyoung loses his focus on the conversation, both hands coming to rest on freshly-waxed skin.
He lets out an obscene moan that makes Junhui laugh. “Fuck, you’re so hot, Jun-ah. I’m so glad you said yes. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Scooting back a bit, Junhui curls his left leg up and over Soonyoung’s thigh, until his foot is resting in his lap. Junhui’s heel presses gently against Soonyoung’s dick, and he laughs again when Soonyoung’s hand shoots whip-quick to grab his ankle.
“Jun-ah,” he groans.
“Tell me what you were thinking about,” he says, pressing his foot down harder. He can feel Soonyoung’s cock twitch under him, and a bolt of heat shivers through him. Swallowing, he drags the arch of his foot along the clothed shaft, and doesn’t even grin this time when Soonyoung’s head falls back.
Junhui’s not the one with a foot fetish, but—he’s not immune to the sight in front of him. Though he ignores it for now, arousal heats him from the inside, his own cock slowly hardening in his shorts.
“I can’t think,” Soonyoung tells him, hips jumping up to push himself as close as possible. “Wait, wait—“
He undoes his button and zipper, pushing his pants down just enough to get his dick out. It’s not the first time Junhui has seen it, if he’s being honest, but it is the first time Soonyoung’s been hard. He has a pretty cock, nicely proportioned for his body, a weepy head that leaks precum all over Junhui’s toes.
“Oh god,” they both choke out at the same time.
Junhui brings his other foot up, landing against Soonyoung’s toned stomach and under his delicate erection, almost but not quite trapping it between his feet. He can feel Soonyoung’s chest expanding, just a little too fast to be normal.
“Tell me,” Junhui urges again. He can plainly see how badly Soonyoung wants it, but he refuses to fully lay his free foot against his dick. Not until he gets what he wants too.
“Please, please, Junnie, I’m dying,” Soonyoung begs, trying to move Junhui’s foot by the ankle again. When Junhui resists, he says, “Fine! Fine, I’ll tell you. I wanted you like this—with your feet in my lap and your body laid out so I could see all of you. Your chest and your thighs and your—fuck—dick,” he wheezes.
Junhui finally gives in mid-sentence, curling his toes against and around Soonyoung’s shaft. Overheated, he asks, “You were thinking of me naked?”
“Oh god, yes, just like that,” Soonyoung moans, fucking against his sole. His cock leaks against Junhui, slicking everything naturally. “Yes, I—you’re so hot, Junnie, I think about you all the time.”
Arousal blooms all over Junhui’s body, even stronger than before. “Hold on, jagi,” he says, sitting up and keeping Soonyoung’s cock between his feet as much as possible. It’s kind of difficult with the change in position, but Junhui’s a dancer—he can manage it.
For a second, Soonyoung gives him a crestfallen look, but that changes as soon as Junhui takes his shirt off.
“Should I let go of you to take off my shorts?” Junhui teases.
Soonyoung’s pink face is so cute. “You could….”
“Oh? Is that an ‘or’ I hear?” Junhui leans back on his hands, shifting one foot so that he’s cradling the very tip of Soonyoung’s cock in the bend of his toes. Soonyoung’s breath shudders out of him. “Does Hoshi-yah have another idea?”
“Y-you could just unzip,” he says, staring at Junhui’s lap. His cock twitches. “Jerk off while you give me a footjob.”
Junhui laughs, just a little, and doesn’t stop moving against Soonyoung. His toes sweep wetly over the head. Reaching down to open his shorts where his own erection lays heavy and waiting, he says, “You have such good ideas. Tell me what you want, Hoshi-yah, and I’ll do it all for you.”