( His jacket ends up suspended halfway down, caught in the crook of his elbows because Yohan has no interest in breaking his own hands away from Gaon's body. The zipper jingles when he pushes forward, tweaking a nipple between thumb and forefinger, swallowing the gasp of arousal neatly when it comes in response. There's something too hungry about him to really think about anything beyond wanting, his thigh grinding against Gaon's growing erection, his mouth moving to bite at the pale column of his throat again, his own breath sharply panted. )
Yes.
( Underneath his own skin, Yohan is ablaze, and his nails scrape along Gaon's stomach as his hand drops again. He'll leave lines with them, he's sure of it. Even that wouldn't wholly satisfy him. He wants things in a formless way, needs undeniable proof of their permanence. This feels like a turning point, and now there's no space for anything beyond constancy. He would hardly let them become untangled now, he knows himself, it's as certain as a the rest of his plans are. No room for turning back. And while adrenaline usually has him sharp-witted, aware of his surroundings, in the heat of Kim Gaon's body and the haste of his hands, Yohan can barely spare a thought for anything else beyond the shape of the other man against him. Beyond them, everything else is dull to the senses, he can only focus on one thing, hands shifting to hold the other man by the hips, tugging more firmly so that Gaon's shoulders have to dig into the car more firmly, dragging him more solidly against the shape of his thigh. )
Whatever you want. ( Slow to put his words to the forefront, tipping forward again to press them both chest to chest. ) Kim Gaon.
no subject
Yes.
( Underneath his own skin, Yohan is ablaze, and his nails scrape along Gaon's stomach as his hand drops again. He'll leave lines with them, he's sure of it. Even that wouldn't wholly satisfy him. He wants things in a formless way, needs undeniable proof of their permanence. This feels like a turning point, and now there's no space for anything beyond constancy. He would hardly let them become untangled now, he knows himself, it's as certain as a the rest of his plans are. No room for turning back. And while adrenaline usually has him sharp-witted, aware of his surroundings, in the heat of Kim Gaon's body and the haste of his hands, Yohan can barely spare a thought for anything else beyond the shape of the other man against him. Beyond them, everything else is dull to the senses, he can only focus on one thing, hands shifting to hold the other man by the hips, tugging more firmly so that Gaon's shoulders have to dig into the car more firmly, dragging him more solidly against the shape of his thigh. )
Whatever you want. ( Slow to put his words to the forefront, tipping forward again to press them both chest to chest. ) Kim Gaon.