( He bites into the meat of Gaon's thumb, tongue dragging over the pad of it immediately after, smiling when it's pulled away. )
Another time, then.
( Because there will be another time now, he's sure of it. He won't be sated with just this, having Kim Gaon in his bed the once and never again. He's far too greedy for that. And there's something about the look on his face that spurs Yohan onwards, the flame catching between them. He could play coy, he could hold out, but after what has happened tonight he finds he doesn't want to.
So a hand curls around the base of Gaon's cock to hold him steady, Yohan's thumb stroking along a flushed vein with indulgent care. His head dips, blowing a breathy gust over the length of him, but he doesn't waste time. Instead his lips press to the other man's skin, Yohan's inhale sharp and pleased through his nose as he travels the span of his cock with his lips, warm and eager, trailing upwards so he can press a kiss just below the head. Gaon told him not to tease, and while Yohan is not quite used to being obedient, they both want the same thing. His tongue darts out to drag over the tip, flat and hot, saliva pooling in his mouth in response to the taste. Gaon is sharp and clean here, but not unpleasantly bitter, and Yohan shifts against the mattress, bullying his legs wider so he can settle better between them, smearing the head over his bottom lip before he finally takes him between both. It's slow - not out of any real desire to torment -, more that they both need time to adjust. He doesn't quite know about Gaon ( could guess, maybe ) but it's been a while since he's done this. He wants it to be good.
Sp Yohan makes a rough noise, barely there and more vibration than anything, cheeks hollowing as he sucks, gaze flickering upwards. )
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Another time, then.
( Because there will be another time now, he's sure of it. He won't be sated with just this, having Kim Gaon in his bed the once and never again. He's far too greedy for that. And there's something about the look on his face that spurs Yohan onwards, the flame catching between them. He could play coy, he could hold out, but after what has happened tonight he finds he doesn't want to.
So a hand curls around the base of Gaon's cock to hold him steady, Yohan's thumb stroking along a flushed vein with indulgent care. His head dips, blowing a breathy gust over the length of him, but he doesn't waste time. Instead his lips press to the other man's skin, Yohan's inhale sharp and pleased through his nose as he travels the span of his cock with his lips, warm and eager, trailing upwards so he can press a kiss just below the head. Gaon told him not to tease, and while Yohan is not quite used to being obedient, they both want the same thing. His tongue darts out to drag over the tip, flat and hot, saliva pooling in his mouth in response to the taste. Gaon is sharp and clean here, but not unpleasantly bitter, and Yohan shifts against the mattress, bullying his legs wider so he can settle better between them, smearing the head over his bottom lip before he finally takes him between both. It's slow - not out of any real desire to torment -, more that they both need time to adjust. He doesn't quite know about Gaon ( could guess, maybe ) but it's been a while since he's done this. He wants it to be good.
Sp Yohan makes a rough noise, barely there and more vibration than anything, cheeks hollowing as he sucks, gaze flickering upwards. )