( there's something in the obscenity of this that gaon can't quite articulate, a hazy awareness of too many things at the same time that he feels all the way in his cheeks, a want so deep and visceral it's filled his entire body. he wants kang yohan to keep moving his hips like that, to work himself into losing control, to spill in gaon's hand, on his wrist and his fingers. he wants to watch yohan's face give into it, to see more of the way his eyes flutter, to see if it gets worse when he's overcome--
but yohan interrupts that train of thought, slowly percolating around the sting of the bite, and gaon twists against the hold instinctively, offended. he wants to protest, fingers curling in on themselves, missing the heat of yohan's cock and then everything stutters to a new kind of quiet.
it's a visible thing, the way his eyes cloud over, that haze of heat that pushes his head back into the bed as he rocks his hips up to meet yohan's. this is the real problem he's facing, as he swallows past a groan. there's too much. it's all good. he'd be happy with this. he wants more of it. he hitches his leg up over yohan's hip without having to think about it and his wrists twist in yohan's grip. )
Fuck--( a gust, an exhale, grated. he's never been fucked before and he thinks if he tried to deviate from it now he might actually die. but he whines all the same and writhes a little, a sinuous, hungry thing. ) Only if we do this-- ( lifting his hips, dragging their cocks together again. he can feel where there's precome smearing near the tip and he doesn't know if it's his or yohan's. ) This next time.
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but yohan interrupts that train of thought, slowly percolating around the sting of the bite, and gaon twists against the hold instinctively, offended. he wants to protest, fingers curling in on themselves, missing the heat of yohan's cock and then everything stutters to a new kind of quiet.
it's a visible thing, the way his eyes cloud over, that haze of heat that pushes his head back into the bed as he rocks his hips up to meet yohan's. this is the real problem he's facing, as he swallows past a groan. there's too much. it's all good. he'd be happy with this. he wants more of it. he hitches his leg up over yohan's hip without having to think about it and his wrists twist in yohan's grip. )
Fuck--( a gust, an exhale, grated. he's never been fucked before and he thinks if he tried to deviate from it now he might actually die. but he whines all the same and writhes a little, a sinuous, hungry thing. ) Only if we do this-- ( lifting his hips, dragging their cocks together again. he can feel where there's precome smearing near the tip and he doesn't know if it's his or yohan's. ) This next time.