( maybe he doesn't understand. it's not as though this thing between them has ever felt one-sided, or that gaon believes that yohan has been knowingly leading him down a path to this inevitable conclusion, but there is a power dynamic here. and maybe it's yohan and the way he keeps all his cards so close to his chest, plays moves ahead at every opportunity--how could this be exempt? it catches him off guard, a little hitch of breath at the realization that yohan isn't as in control here as he is everywhere else. that this is an undoing, yohan shaken loose of pretense.
it's an intimacy he's ironically not prepared for, given where yohan's fingers are.
he pushes his fingers up to curl into yohan's hair again, tight at the back of his head. it's almost a caress on the way there, something tender in it as he swallows past the wealth of feelings building in his chest and lets yohan work him open. )
Aii.( slow, groaning, a double-hike of his hips at the touch, a stutter of sensitivity. he clenches hard around yohan's fingers as he goes to draw them out again, slowing the next push back in. ) Who's jagiya? Me? Aish. ( warmth blooming, heat in his cheeks regardless. they're on the precipice of something here and he wants it badly enough he can taste it, hunger in the back of his throat strong enough it thickens his words to a demand. ) I want you.
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it's an intimacy he's ironically not prepared for, given where yohan's fingers are.
he pushes his fingers up to curl into yohan's hair again, tight at the back of his head. it's almost a caress on the way there, something tender in it as he swallows past the wealth of feelings building in his chest and lets yohan work him open. )
Aii. ( slow, groaning, a double-hike of his hips at the touch, a stutter of sensitivity. he clenches hard around yohan's fingers as he goes to draw them out again, slowing the next push back in. ) Who's jagiya? Me? Aish. ( warmth blooming, heat in his cheeks regardless. they're on the precipice of something here and he wants it badly enough he can taste it, hunger in the back of his throat strong enough it thickens his words to a demand. ) I want you.