( His tone is sharply, viciously pleased, the word a gust of a breath over Gaon's lips. The hands under his shirt slip to his waist again, palm sliding to splay against the other man's spine. Yohan tugs him closer with it, or he pushes closer. Either way they're pressed into the space he allows, Gaon against the sink and Yohan's mouth barely a whisper away. )
I want to fuck you right here. ( A whisper, the sinuous roll of his hips against Gaon's own, half-hard and thickening. It's almost like a dance, the pounding music faraway beyond the walls, but their bodies moving together. It feels good already. He knows they can make it better. ) I want to bend you over this counter, mm? I want to watch that sweet face of yours come apart in the mirror.
( Instead of an immediate follow-through though, Yohan lets their mouths meet, another rapturous kiss. His nails dig into a notch in Gaon's spine, hips grinding together, more clumsy this time. Yohan's breath hitches, aroused, stomach swooping as the want sparks, blooms. It feels like the inevitable conclusion then to move for Gaon's belt, fingertips a caress against his stomach and then hooking around the leather, tugging once before he moves to open it. )
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( His tone is sharply, viciously pleased, the word a gust of a breath over Gaon's lips. The hands under his shirt slip to his waist again, palm sliding to splay against the other man's spine. Yohan tugs him closer with it, or he pushes closer. Either way they're pressed into the space he allows, Gaon against the sink and Yohan's mouth barely a whisper away. )
I want to fuck you right here. ( A whisper, the sinuous roll of his hips against Gaon's own, half-hard and thickening. It's almost like a dance, the pounding music faraway beyond the walls, but their bodies moving together. It feels good already. He knows they can make it better. ) I want to bend you over this counter, mm? I want to watch that sweet face of yours come apart in the mirror.
( Instead of an immediate follow-through though, Yohan lets their mouths meet, another rapturous kiss. His nails dig into a notch in Gaon's spine, hips grinding together, more clumsy this time. Yohan's breath hitches, aroused, stomach swooping as the want sparks, blooms. It feels like the inevitable conclusion then to move for Gaon's belt, fingertips a caress against his stomach and then hooking around the leather, tugging once before he moves to open it. )
Do you want me to touch you?