Howon’s arms glisten as he pins Myungsoo to the bed, pressing kisses to his neck, muscles rippling in a way that Myungsoo can only call beautiful. His hands travel down lower, lower, past the chest, past the navel, and rubs at the bulge forming in Myungsoo’s pants. Myungsoo watches Howon’s hands, strong, calloused, as he tries to unbuckle his belt and work off his jeans, watches his eyebrows knit in frustration when the zip won’t unzip.
When Howon finally works the jeans off and flings them to the side, taking Myungsoo’s erection roughly in his hand, Myungsoo sees stars in the corner of his eyes.