( the anxiety rises. it's a good kind of anxiety, anticipatory, alert all the way to his fingers and toes as yohan pulls him into place. it's the promise of it, all the build-up that's brought them to this point, the raging heat that follows his gaze from yohan's hands up the line of his body to his face, to where they've knocked his hair loose, to the surety in all of it. the intent. he hitches his thigh higher against yohan's hip, too aware of the way their skin sticks, the slick of lube on his hip now from yohan's hand, the way the mattress shifts under him when yohan gets close. it's like a timer counting down in his head, the pair of them hurtling towards something inevitable, the shuddering beast lifting its head--
and then.
the first press is immediately too much. for all the credit he'd given yohan's fingers, this is a different sensation entirely. his breath stutters out of him as yohan eases his way inside and his body arches in a single, fluid motion, instinctive, like it's trying to escape. like there's anywhere to go. it demands all of his focus, every part of him honed in on the inexorable stretch to accommodate, and then the head of yohan's cock sinks past the rim of muscle and a sob punches its way out of gaon as he clenches tight around him. his thighs tremble with the effort of holding still, of trying to convince himself to relax, one hand raking up through his own hair while he digs his fingernails into yohan's shoulder with the other, sucking a shivering breath through his teeth. )
I'm trying-- ( to breathe, to relax, harried and preemptive before yohan can try to tell him off for it. it's a moot point, it's noise for the sake of it, happening outside of himself without his full awareness. )
no subject
and then.
the first press is immediately too much. for all the credit he'd given yohan's fingers, this is a different sensation entirely. his breath stutters out of him as yohan eases his way inside and his body arches in a single, fluid motion, instinctive, like it's trying to escape. like there's anywhere to go. it demands all of his focus, every part of him honed in on the inexorable stretch to accommodate, and then the head of yohan's cock sinks past the rim of muscle and a sob punches its way out of gaon as he clenches tight around him. his thighs tremble with the effort of holding still, of trying to convince himself to relax, one hand raking up through his own hair while he digs his fingernails into yohan's shoulder with the other, sucking a shivering breath through his teeth. )
I'm trying-- ( to breathe, to relax, harried and preemptive before yohan can try to tell him off for it. it's a moot point, it's noise for the sake of it, happening outside of himself without his full awareness. )