( it's a kind of ache he hasn't felt before, something deep and real in a way so many things aren't. it's too much, overwhelming to the point he can't think of anything beyond yohan's cock and the weight of his body and the heat of his skin. there's the smell of smoke in the back of his throat, of decisions made and sides taken and the way everything kind of feels like it's been on an inevitable spiral to this point, sliding from the moment he'd walked into kang yohan's office and shaken his hand. it's not the sex as much as it's the consuming, as much as it's the way his entire life has been upended and somehow even this doesn't feel like it's quite enough.
he chokes on the sensation of yohan pulling out, but the slide back in is revelatory. he feels it in his spine, electric, sparking somewhere in the space between pleasure and hurt. his breath hiccups and he scrambles a bit to find a grip, to twist his fingers deeper into yohan's hair, to dig into the meat of his arm, cursing low, staccato. )
Aish--
( chest heaving, he arches off the bed, thighs tense against yohan's hips. there's a stutter of sound as yohan presses deep again and something shifts, his body relaxes a little more around him. )
Okay. ( permission as he wraps an arm around the back of yohan's neck. )Okay.
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he chokes on the sensation of yohan pulling out, but the slide back in is revelatory. he feels it in his spine, electric, sparking somewhere in the space between pleasure and hurt. his breath hiccups and he scrambles a bit to find a grip, to twist his fingers deeper into yohan's hair, to dig into the meat of his arm, cursing low, staccato. )
Aish--
( chest heaving, he arches off the bed, thighs tense against yohan's hips. there's a stutter of sound as yohan presses deep again and something shifts, his body relaxes a little more around him. )
Okay. ( permission as he wraps an arm around the back of yohan's neck. ) Okay.