( they're not even anywhere. they've barely done anything. gaon's taken girls to bed before but it's never been anywhere near as intense as this is already. whether it's the events of the night already or the weeks and weeks of buildup, gaon feels too worked up for where they are. it's kang yohan's fault either way. he's a study in demolishing any understanding gaon had of himself before yohan and now it's a new monster entirely, dedicating itself to his undoing.
one finger was fine. an intrusion, maybe. two is another story and gaon's whole body arches up with it, a breath shaking out of him. he can feel the muscle stretching to accommodate, struggling against it, and he draws a deep breath in through his nose that fills his chest, holds it as he tries to convince his body to relax. it happens in increments, his face scrunching in concerted effort; he wraps his free hand loose around his cock and strokes it once, twice, thumb over the head as he shakily exhales. )
Your hands. ( muttered mostly to himself, his eyes closed, chased by another big breath in. but it's working and when gaon clenches on yohan's fingers again there's a noticeable difference when he lets up, though he still feels the stretch all the way to the soles of his feet. ) Touch me.
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( they're not even anywhere. they've barely done anything. gaon's taken girls to bed before but it's never been anywhere near as intense as this is already. whether it's the events of the night already or the weeks and weeks of buildup, gaon feels too worked up for where they are. it's kang yohan's fault either way. he's a study in demolishing any understanding gaon had of himself before yohan and now it's a new monster entirely, dedicating itself to his undoing.
one finger was fine. an intrusion, maybe. two is another story and gaon's whole body arches up with it, a breath shaking out of him. he can feel the muscle stretching to accommodate, struggling against it, and he draws a deep breath in through his nose that fills his chest, holds it as he tries to convince his body to relax. it happens in increments, his face scrunching in concerted effort; he wraps his free hand loose around his cock and strokes it once, twice, thumb over the head as he shakily exhales. )
Your hands. ( muttered mostly to himself, his eyes closed, chased by another big breath in. but it's working and when gaon clenches on yohan's fingers again there's a noticeable difference when he lets up, though he still feels the stretch all the way to the soles of his feet. ) Touch me.