( his body arcs in the wake of yohan's nails, bowing up towards the bright shock of barely-there hurt. it's sparks again, certainty, the reminder of existence in a body that knows what it means to feel good. he's washed over in sense memory: yohan's hand on him, the bite of the bookshelves, the way he'd been reduced to desperation and fevered want and somehow this is worse, now. bigger. all-consuming. they keep getting close to something and never quite all the way there and gaon would have his hands in yohan's jeans already if yohan wasn't yanking him off-balance, closing all the space. he gets fingers in a belt loop at yohan's hip instead, breathless, cheeks hot as he grinds his hips forwards on yohan's thigh, too aware of the solidity of yohan's body against him. )
Bujangnim-- ( solely because it feels filthy to say it here, forbidden. a plea to someone else, a different space. not work-related but appealing to something they very much aren't here and now. a mockery of it, almost, his head falling back, mouth open as he groans.
it's this angle that catches the glint of light out of the corner of his eye, just as he's snaking his free hand up into the hair at the back of yohan's head, trying to guide his mouth to gaon's neck again. he doesn't register it at first, too focused on the task at hand, but the vehicle hits a bump that flashes the headlights up again and gaon abruptly remembers where they are, what they're doing, the stakes-- )
Kang Yohan-- ( he drags him away more than shoves him, uses his whole body to stagger him back a step enough to break them apart. )There's a car.
( and there's a huge fire beyond them that they haven't called in. that they specifically shouldn't be found near. gaon does shove yohan towards the driver's side of the car now, his heart rabbiting in his chest, panic rising in a sudden confusing war with the heat of arousal already in him as he scrambles around to throw himself into the passenger seat. )
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Bujangnim-- ( solely because it feels filthy to say it here, forbidden. a plea to someone else, a different space. not work-related but appealing to something they very much aren't here and now. a mockery of it, almost, his head falling back, mouth open as he groans.
it's this angle that catches the glint of light out of the corner of his eye, just as he's snaking his free hand up into the hair at the back of yohan's head, trying to guide his mouth to gaon's neck again. he doesn't register it at first, too focused on the task at hand, but the vehicle hits a bump that flashes the headlights up again and gaon abruptly remembers where they are, what they're doing, the stakes-- )
Kang Yohan-- ( he drags him away more than shoves him, uses his whole body to stagger him back a step enough to break them apart. ) There's a car.
( and there's a huge fire beyond them that they haven't called in. that they specifically shouldn't be found near. gaon does shove yohan towards the driver's side of the car now, his heart rabbiting in his chest, panic rising in a sudden confusing war with the heat of arousal already in him as he scrambles around to throw himself into the passenger seat. )