( Laughter, unbidden. At first he does nothing to help Gaon, instead he just slides his greedy hands from the other man's bare shoulders down his chest, fingertips firmly pressing in every expanse of muscle he can. Beneath his touch Goan's sternum rises and falls with the same frantic breath that's currently seizing Yohan's own body, and that feels satisfying in its own way, palm to heaving flank like taming something wild. Exhilarating, thrilling.
Something hard won. )
Aish, so demanding.
( Teasing, still. He squeezes his palms around Gaon's side, uses his grip as balance to lean in and drag their mouths together in something sweet, clumsy with longing. Only once he's satisfied does he pull back to start helping, belt abandoned with a rattle, fingers gracelessly yanking free the button of his jeans. They get shoved down his thighs in a shimmy, kicked off, taking one sock with them and the other toed off immediately after. It leaves Yohan in just dark underwear, hovering over Goan with wild-eyed intent, already hard, already frantic. )
Do you like what you see, Kim Gaon? ( It's instinct tugging him back in, crawling up the length of Gaon's body again, knees against each side of his hips. His own hands fold back to his waist, flexing, before his thumb slides under the waistband with daring. ) Do I get to take yours off too?
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Something hard won. )
Aish, so demanding.
( Teasing, still. He squeezes his palms around Gaon's side, uses his grip as balance to lean in and drag their mouths together in something sweet, clumsy with longing. Only once he's satisfied does he pull back to start helping, belt abandoned with a rattle, fingers gracelessly yanking free the button of his jeans. They get shoved down his thighs in a shimmy, kicked off, taking one sock with them and the other toed off immediately after. It leaves Yohan in just dark underwear, hovering over Goan with wild-eyed intent, already hard, already frantic. )
Do you like what you see, Kim Gaon? ( It's instinct tugging him back in, crawling up the length of Gaon's body again, knees against each side of his hips. His own hands fold back to his waist, flexing, before his thumb slides under the waistband with daring. ) Do I get to take yours off too?