( He likes Gaon's hand in his hair, fingers buried deep to keep him in place. He likes, too, the tightness of his thighs, the way they've curved into each other as though any space left between them needs blotted out. Gaon opens up a little more and the thrill it ignites is revolutionary, Yohan making a soft, eager noise against his skin. He wants this, and more, instinct holding him steady. )
Yes? ( It's not quite a question. It's certainly not one that needs answering. Yohan moves his hips again, a solid, steady thrust of them, rolling his hips filthy and deep. Gaon's cock twitches between them, he can feel it where they're pressed together, teeth flashing into a wicked smile when the younger man gasps. The stickiness of precome smears against each of their skin, adding to the salt of their sweat. His tongue drags along a damp pulse point just to taste him before his words come out all in a shaking rush. ) Kim Gaon, you like it. You like this. Me, inside you.
( It certainly isn't what he had planned. The thought to entertain it had been brief, the first time he'd pushed Gaon up against those bookshelves of his. There had been something in his eyes. A flicker that Yohan had understood and then filed away. He'd thought his plans would be more professional. And yet when he fucks into Gaon now with a short, sharp little motion, enough to hear the slap of their skin, he knows he'll never be professional again. )
Fuck. ( A low, wild laugh, voice murmured into a promise. ) Ai, I like it too. I like how you feel.
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Yes? ( It's not quite a question. It's certainly not one that needs answering. Yohan moves his hips again, a solid, steady thrust of them, rolling his hips filthy and deep. Gaon's cock twitches between them, he can feel it where they're pressed together, teeth flashing into a wicked smile when the younger man gasps. The stickiness of precome smears against each of their skin, adding to the salt of their sweat. His tongue drags along a damp pulse point just to taste him before his words come out all in a shaking rush. ) Kim Gaon, you like it. You like this. Me, inside you.
( It certainly isn't what he had planned. The thought to entertain it had been brief, the first time he'd pushed Gaon up against those bookshelves of his. There had been something in his eyes. A flicker that Yohan had understood and then filed away. He'd thought his plans would be more professional. And yet when he fucks into Gaon now with a short, sharp little motion, enough to hear the slap of their skin, he knows he'll never be professional again. )
Fuck. ( A low, wild laugh, voice murmured into a promise. ) Ai, I like it too. I like how you feel.