( it makes it almost too real to be given options. had they been delivered by any other means it might have been enough that he'd balk at the entire thing. but he's too deep in it now; he's been deep enough in it since the man had first leaned too close to him, let him get a lungful of the expensive cologne he's surely pressing into gaon's suit now, and it's hard to think of anything except chasing more of whatever this is with the way he's being watched. a butterfly captured, pinned. gaon wants more of whatever is behind the expectant look in the man's eyes.
he wants to be worth that kind of want. )
Fuck me.
( it's barely more than a whisper. it's a shuddering half-admission, his chin lifting, eyes going lidded as his tongue sweeps across his own lip and his teeth follow, sinking into the flesh. he breathes against the man's hands, steadying himself, shoring up his uncertainty against the way their hips fit together just so. he can feel the interest and it bolsters him, makes him a little braver. stupider too, maybe. he should say no. he should leave. what would soohyun think of this?
he curls his fingers around the man's tie and tugs him in close again, just shy of their lips actually touching. )
( His tone is sharply, viciously pleased, the word a gust of a breath over Gaon's lips. The hands under his shirt slip to his waist again, palm sliding to splay against the other man's spine. Yohan tugs him closer with it, or he pushes closer. Either way they're pressed into the space he allows, Gaon against the sink and Yohan's mouth barely a whisper away. )
I want to fuck you right here. ( A whisper, the sinuous roll of his hips against Gaon's own, half-hard and thickening. It's almost like a dance, the pounding music faraway beyond the walls, but their bodies moving together. It feels good already. He knows they can make it better. ) I want to bend you over this counter, mm? I want to watch that sweet face of yours come apart in the mirror.
( Instead of an immediate follow-through though, Yohan lets their mouths meet, another rapturous kiss. His nails dig into a notch in Gaon's spine, hips grinding together, more clumsy this time. Yohan's breath hitches, aroused, stomach swooping as the want sparks, blooms. It feels like the inevitable conclusion then to move for Gaon's belt, fingertips a caress against his stomach and then hooking around the leather, tugging once before he moves to open it. )
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he wants to be worth that kind of want. )
Fuck me.
( it's barely more than a whisper. it's a shuddering half-admission, his chin lifting, eyes going lidded as his tongue sweeps across his own lip and his teeth follow, sinking into the flesh. he breathes against the man's hands, steadying himself, shoring up his uncertainty against the way their hips fit together just so. he can feel the interest and it bolsters him, makes him a little braver. stupider too, maybe. he should say no. he should leave. what would soohyun think of this?
he curls his fingers around the man's tie and tugs him in close again, just shy of their lips actually touching. )
What do you want?
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( His tone is sharply, viciously pleased, the word a gust of a breath over Gaon's lips. The hands under his shirt slip to his waist again, palm sliding to splay against the other man's spine. Yohan tugs him closer with it, or he pushes closer. Either way they're pressed into the space he allows, Gaon against the sink and Yohan's mouth barely a whisper away. )
I want to fuck you right here. ( A whisper, the sinuous roll of his hips against Gaon's own, half-hard and thickening. It's almost like a dance, the pounding music faraway beyond the walls, but their bodies moving together. It feels good already. He knows they can make it better. ) I want to bend you over this counter, mm? I want to watch that sweet face of yours come apart in the mirror.
( Instead of an immediate follow-through though, Yohan lets their mouths meet, another rapturous kiss. His nails dig into a notch in Gaon's spine, hips grinding together, more clumsy this time. Yohan's breath hitches, aroused, stomach swooping as the want sparks, blooms. It feels like the inevitable conclusion then to move for Gaon's belt, fingertips a caress against his stomach and then hooking around the leather, tugging once before he moves to open it. )
Do you want me to touch you?