( it's not nearly enough. it's that much worse because of it. gaon can be patient but his reserves were running low well before they reached this point. it's infuriating immediately and achingly effective and he tracks yohan's mouth with a focus he didn't know he had. keeping still is impossible. he twists with each pass of yohan's hands, each touch of lips, every movement a silent plea for more attention, more heat, more of anything yohan's willing to give. his throat throbs in time with his pulse, pointed where yohan's left a reminder. gaon drags his feet against the bed, seeking leverage. )
Kang Yohan.
( sharp, a protest to the cautious treatment. he's forced to swallow it a second later when yohan's mouth finds him and he jerks under him, caught off guard by the flare of heat that it sends racing to his cock. he curses under his breath and palms over the back of yohan's head, grip wide across the span of his neck, fingers splaying against the plane of his shoulders just to drag his nails right back up to twist his fingers mean into yohan's hair. )
no subject
Kang Yohan.
( sharp, a protest to the cautious treatment. he's forced to swallow it a second later when yohan's mouth finds him and he jerks under him, caught off guard by the flare of heat that it sends racing to his cock. he curses under his breath and palms over the back of yohan's head, grip wide across the span of his neck, fingers splaying against the plane of his shoulders just to drag his nails right back up to twist his fingers mean into yohan's hair. )
Yohan-ah.
( a whine, a demand, an endearment. )