( he doesn't recognize the sound it pushes out of him, a garbled heave of a breath that forces all the air from his lungs. it's so much, too much, a panicked, scrambling sensation only just tempered by yohan himself. the breadth of him, the smell, the heat radiating off his skin. he trusts that yohan wouldn't push him too far, that this flaring ache is what they want out of this and it's fine. gaon twists against the bed, head thrown back into the pillow, mouth fallen open as yohan presses deeper.
a hand fits between their bodies, fingers suddenly digging hard into yohan's wrist. he doesn't think it's to stop him, but he's not thinking very clearly at the moment. it's not bad, it's just overwhelming in a way he didn't understand it might be and he groans long and low, his thighs twitching, trying to relax, to breathe.
his eyes crack open just enough to see yohan, blurred through wet lashes, so close now, this tangle of their bodies creating this little space between them. he starts to say something, he doesn't know what, but yohan's fingers press just deep enough, at the right angle, and a jerking, full body shiver tears through him with a cry he doesn't have time to swallow, followed by a litany of low cursing. )
Kang Yohan.
( plaintive. reprimanding. the whine in his voice is all breath gone staccato as he pants, twisting a hand into the pillowcase beside his head until it's taut. none of it means stop. )
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a hand fits between their bodies, fingers suddenly digging hard into yohan's wrist. he doesn't think it's to stop him, but he's not thinking very clearly at the moment. it's not bad, it's just overwhelming in a way he didn't understand it might be and he groans long and low, his thighs twitching, trying to relax, to breathe.
his eyes crack open just enough to see yohan, blurred through wet lashes, so close now, this tangle of their bodies creating this little space between them. he starts to say something, he doesn't know what, but yohan's fingers press just deep enough, at the right angle, and a jerking, full body shiver tears through him with a cry he doesn't have time to swallow, followed by a litany of low cursing. )
Kang Yohan.
( plaintive. reprimanding. the whine in his voice is all breath gone staccato as he pants, twisting a hand into the pillowcase beside his head until it's taut. none of it means stop. )