( There's no reason for the relief. They both clearly have the desire for this, the need for each other rocketing past any common sense. Gaon is a livewire of want beneath him, his cock hard and leaking against his belly, chest heaving with each breath. But to hear it plainly brings a shaking exhale, a smile that shows the edge of Yohan's canines, his body shifting on the mattress to work his fingers slowly another few eager pushes, lingering strokes that inch the longing higher. )
Then let me give you what you want, Kim Gaon.
( His voice a murmur, spare hand lifting to press against Gaon's sternum as he eases his touch free. He makes his own similar mournful sound at the perceived loss, already missing the clench of heat once its gone. It means he can't help himself when he leans in to press a kiss to Gaon's mouth, firm and intent, a quick and impatient press before he's muttering against his lips. ) Let me make you feel good.
( He has to lean back to reorientate himself, his own hands finally and impatiently divesting himself of his underwear. Yohan moves with strange grace, clumsy with lust one minute, remembering himself the next. He's always quick to come back to touching Gaon though, one hand on his calf as he searches for the lube, then sliding back up past his knee, soothing. The bottle discovered, he also drags the condoms closer too, focus flickering between both Gaon and his task. )
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Then let me give you what you want, Kim Gaon.
( His voice a murmur, spare hand lifting to press against Gaon's sternum as he eases his touch free. He makes his own similar mournful sound at the perceived loss, already missing the clench of heat once its gone. It means he can't help himself when he leans in to press a kiss to Gaon's mouth, firm and intent, a quick and impatient press before he's muttering against his lips. ) Let me make you feel good.
( He has to lean back to reorientate himself, his own hands finally and impatiently divesting himself of his underwear. Yohan moves with strange grace, clumsy with lust one minute, remembering himself the next. He's always quick to come back to touching Gaon though, one hand on his calf as he searches for the lube, then sliding back up past his knee, soothing. The bottle discovered, he also drags the condoms closer too, focus flickering between both Gaon and his task. )