( it's like giving parts of himself up one piece at a time, abandoning the framework of who he'd tried so hard to be in exchange for more of yohan's attention. it's a physical thing, a conscious choice, driven by hunger, yes, but inevitable, a deal already made, shedding the extraneous worries for the way it feels to breathe into yohan's mouth, to drag his palm over his shoulder, his arm, to touch just because he wants it. because he can.
that first press, yohan's hand -- he's in the office again, heat in his cheeks, panic rising in a way he knows is addicting. it's a different kind of panic here, a sudden rush of want so potent he's dizzy with it, breathless, keening into yohan's mouth as he presses into his hand, his fingers. his own fingers hook on the back of yohan's arm just above his elbow, holding on, wheezing a little as his head tips back into the bed.
there's no room for shame or fear or hesitation here. it's been burned away a half dozen times, lingering in his bloodstream, a promise of more that's here and now. he swallows hard, loudly, his other hand pushing into yohan's hair as he lifts his hips and pushes his cock towards yohan's fingers. )
Anything-- ( god, and he's slurring already, want thick in his throat. he'd agree to pretty much anything at this point if it means more skin, more touch, more yohan consuming all the air around him. it's clear in his eyes too when he rolls them down to yohan's face, shiny with hunger, with something too pent-up and desperate for release. ) Just do it.
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that first press, yohan's hand -- he's in the office again, heat in his cheeks, panic rising in a way he knows is addicting. it's a different kind of panic here, a sudden rush of want so potent he's dizzy with it, breathless, keening into yohan's mouth as he presses into his hand, his fingers. his own fingers hook on the back of yohan's arm just above his elbow, holding on, wheezing a little as his head tips back into the bed.
there's no room for shame or fear or hesitation here. it's been burned away a half dozen times, lingering in his bloodstream, a promise of more that's here and now. he swallows hard, loudly, his other hand pushing into yohan's hair as he lifts his hips and pushes his cock towards yohan's fingers. )
Anything-- ( god, and he's slurring already, want thick in his throat. he'd agree to pretty much anything at this point if it means more skin, more touch, more yohan consuming all the air around him. it's clear in his eyes too when he rolls them down to yohan's face, shiny with hunger, with something too pent-up and desperate for release. ) Just do it.