Ah, maybe you're being too harsh on yourself, Judge Kim.
( Voice low, still tinged with amusement. Though there's something else now, a new warmth. The lean in has them closer, which means Yohan can drink his fill of Gaon's furiously impassioned face. At first glance he'd looked uncannily like his brother, and while that's what had drawn him closer in the first place, the truth of the matter is that there's really only a little there at all. His brother does not hold his eyes so wide and daring, does not twist his mouth with such derision one second and then smile the next. He does not hold a familiar contempt in the shape of his shoulders. So Yohan had been curious. Isaac is always telling him to talk to people, and possibly this is not what he meant, but hasn't he been having fun? )
Aish, Kang Yohan sounds like such a relentless force. ( He lifts his drink from the bar top, shifts his own body so they're closer, shielding them a little further from the rest of the VIP section. Sipping at his drink, gaze sweeping. It lingers, briefly at Gaon's mouth, then snags back upwards just to see if he's been noticed, the corner of his own lifting into a charmingly terrible smirk. ) Maybe he'd meet you and you'd bewitch him, have you considered that? He's a man, isn't he? Those are terribly prone to falling for beauty.
( Tongue, running along his teeth, flirtatious for the sake of it. )
( he realizes a little too late that he's in over his head, here. men like this, people like this, are always out for themselves and gaon rolls his empty glass against his palm, his mouth suddenly dry, aware of the interest. he's not immune to any of it, of course. the charm works despite himself, pink rising to his cheeks that has nothing to do with the fervor of his current topic. he thinks he likes it more than he's wary of it, which is a particularly dangerous situation to find himself in, given the man in front of him. )
There's no such thing as demons.
( but the effect the stranger is having on him is apparent in the sudden croak of his voice, the way his eyes dart away, out to the crowd again, and then back to the man's eyes, his mouth for a brief second, his eyes again. like he's been caught in a trap, in a spell. there's a pull towards this person that he can't reason away and liquor makes him prone to poor choices on a good day, let alone when he's in a mood. )
Are you? ( he's too close again, blindly sliding his glass onto the bar top, eyebrows lifting in question. ) Prone?
( It's simple, matter of fact, his voice still draped intimately in the space between them like they're old friends. It's the truth unveiled in a myriad of half-ones, Yohan letting his gaze skim the younger man's face, the blush, the arched eyebrow, back to his mouth like a magnetised pull. ) Usually people are very, very boring, Judge Kim. No amount of beauty can cover that up. But -.
( It is a bad idea. He knows that. Kim Gaon does not like him, he's been espousing that at great length for the last hour. The idea of Kang Yohan repulses him. But he's also been leaning into his space just as readily, is flushing a pretty pink, aggrieved. And Yohan knows he won't come back here. He's far too good for a place like this, too full of heart for the company that circles. What is the harm, really, if they'll never meet again?
So his hand moves, pressing to Gaon's knee - respectable - warmly, squeezing once. Flirting comes easily, but it is rarely fun. Except for her, grin widening. )
Every so often someone will come along and be intriguing enough to turn my head. It's a rare power.
( this isn't where he'd expected this night to go. he'd balked on coming in the first place, begged off a half dozen various excuses for why he couldn't and shouldn't and still wound up guilted and wrangled and trotted out like a prize won. it's part of the job he'd agreed to. it's what's expected of a judge in the public eye. perform, perform, perform. jump, whenever demanded.
but there's something to this, to the little bubble of space here, to this stranger looking at him like he understands that gaon is an exception to the rule here, that he agrees that all this pomp and behaviour is a gross misrepresentation of the system. he sees that gaon doesn't belong here, isn't a part of the games. gaon can feel the little flicker for what it is, that need to not be lumped in with the sort of people kang yohan's reputation tends to attract.
gaon still doesn't know who this man is. he's just drunk enough that there's something enticing about it, that flare of a thrill he'd be barred from if anyone knew, protected from his own impulses at every turn. but this man is beautiful and carries just enough ego that gaon finds it charming rather than repellent and he doesn't have any idea what he's agreeing to except that he knows he wants it. spite. rebellion. his own desire. he could ask for his name, but it's somehow that much more interesting not knowing.
later, maybe.
he shifts his knee forward, urging the man's hand just a scant inch higher, leaning in close enough that their cheeks brush, mouth near his ear. )
( Oh, it is a terrible idea. He knows it. But his hand inches over the border of propriety like it belongs there, high up against the heat of the other man's thigh, smile curving into something sinfully indulgent. Judge Kim is an intriging variable he had not accounted for, full of fire in a place so damp with corruption, a bright flower amidst the weeds. It means he is nothing like the rest of them - still fresh-faced enough that his eyes give him away, still intensely bold in a way that means he hasn't been cowed yet - and Yohan is weak for the things that might singe him.
Always has been.
Intrigued isn't quite the word for it. The attraction feels like a vice around his gut, hook into the pulsing meat of his organs. He laughs, low enough that only Gaon can hear it, turning ever so slightly into his space. His hand drifts higher still, knuckles brushing against the shape of the younger man's dick, no longer playing. )
There's a bathroom. Two doors down. ( Voice murmured, lyrical. His eyes cut in the direction, lips curling. ) If Kim Gaon wants to see just how interested I am he should wait for me there. I can show him.
( Daring, a gauntlet thrown. If they were alone he might have simply dragged him there himself. Or better yet, the office. But there are people around, and Yohan knows that despite the signals, Judge Kim will not like to be seen as outright tripping over himself into disrepute. So a staggered approach. Yohan leans back to see his face better, reaches out to find his drink, knocking it back in one swift swallow. )
( his breath escapes him too quickly, a gust of panic that spreads immediately to all of his extremities. panic isn't ever really something to classify as good, but gaon is alight with it in a way that feels particularly dangerous. the intelligent side of him would say no. any kind of moral conscience or sense of dignity should lead him in any direction besides this one. but all it takes is that one little brush to put just enough weight on the scales and he's never been good with liquor anyway.
he's got enough self-awareness to sit back slowly. anyone paying too close attention would see the way his eyes don't stray from the man's face, the invitation hovering unmet in the space between them. it's the drink that wins him over, in a purely visceral, human way. the man's throat bobs, gaon swallows in echo, reason left somewhere far behind.
he'll regret it come morning. he might regret not doing it more. )
You've got my bill?
( he isn't really expecting an answer. someone else is surely paying for his drinks anyway, that was part of deal in getting him to agree. it's funny to leave it like that, whoever he is, presumptive as he slides off the stool and rights his suit, settles his tie back to where it's meant to be, only just off-balance. )
Two doors down? ( innocuous, low enough to not really be overheard. agreement as he pats the man's arm companionably and then leaves him behind.
doubt creeps in the further away he gets. one door, two. he passes it first, hesitant to beeline directly there, and makes a show of finding a spot to pull his phone out, to feign checking messages while he wonders what kind of game he's walking himself into. is this normal? is he going to be found out in the bathroom like a fool, waiting for some rich asshole who's been playing him this whole time? maybe.
if nothing else he can play at having an actual reason to be in there, right?
he pockets his phone and swings back to the second door -- bathroom, yes -- under the pretense of washing his hands. normal. valid. the music from the floor below makes the tiles under his feet tremble with the bass and he watches himself in the mirror as he runs his hands under the tap, the colour too high in his cheeks, and starts a count on how long he's willing to give this before he taps out. )
( He watches Gaon go with something settling heavy in his gut. He's aware of the fact that this parting is an opportunity. He could slip through the crowds and vanish back into his office with ease, knowing full well that the bright-eyed young judge would not find him, and that he wouldn't ever come back. He'd be satisfied with the spark of their flirtation enough to keep him warm later. Nobody would be hurt by it.
It's the sensible option, it's the only option. And yet -.
Yohan can't deny there's a spark. Had they met under other circumstances maybe the two of them would have reached this inevitable conclusion more naturally. Without the hint of subterfuge clogging the air. He's vaguely aware of Li Eun-kyung giving him judgemental looks from over his shoulder, but Yohan only smiles winningly at her, bright and carefree. ) Aish, don't look at me like that. You know I can't resist something pretty.
( He doesn't pay. He doesn't need to. Instead he waits a minute or two and then rises fluidly from his seat. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a woman has already begun to make her approach over, dressed all in white and with a smile that annoys him a little. Something tugs at his thoughts, something he should focus on, but he doesn't wait for her to finish her path. Instead he buttons his blazer and turns neatly towards the bathroom.
He's inside before he second guesses, closing the door with his shoulder and grinning at Gaon's reflection in the mirror. A quick glance around proves that no one else is here, tucked away in the cubicles, and so Yohan lifts a hand to turn the main lock, daring. There's no rush in it. Neither in the way he approaches, gait slow and even, agile in his steps. He boxes Gaon in against the sink, hands against the marble, head tilted inches from the younger man's mouth. )
You look like a deer in the headlights.
( Amused, but then he ducks ever closer to capture Judge Kim's mouth in a sharp, searing kiss. )
( strange how relief and overwhelm both flood him at the same time. relief to have not been wrong, overwhelm at what being right truly entails. because that lock clicks and gaon's throat does too when he swallows, turning to face the stranger as he slinks closer like a predator cornering its prey and gaon knows he's agreed to something much, much bigger than he has before.
this close gaon can smell the intent on him and something deep and well-contained inside of gaon responds with purpose.
he meets the kiss hungrily, with equal fervor. gone is whatever apprehension he'd carried from the bar, eagerly replaced by the thrum of want under his skin, mismatched to the music. graceless hands find the button of the man's jacket and he fumbles it open as he tilts his head, drawing back only just enough that he'll have to follow, step further into gaon's space. his hands disappear under the jacket, skimming across what must be expensive cotton, touching where he probably shouldn't as his lips part to deepen the kiss.
he's never kissed someone he doesn't know everything about already. never kissed someone nameless, an anonymous entity with any kind of past behind him. never done anything like this with a man, for sure, but that's not information he's willing to share right now. not when this is the most interesting thing that's happened in months, in years. not when he's been corralled into behaving for so long. now he wants this. )
( It's gasoline thrown over a burning fire, Gaon's mouth a searing heat. Yohan groans into it instinctively, pressing closer than before, slotting himself neatly against the firm shape of the other man's body like he belongs there. The kiss is almost too sharp, the need of something unmet for too long, and Yohan isn't sure which of them is hungriest for it, only that his blood has never raced this quickly outside of something dangerous. But maybe it is. Maybe this is something calamitous, the young judge's hands taunting him with their greedy sweep, the pulse in his veins chasing after, twitching in tandem to the music outside.
He laughs against Gaon's mouth, giddy, teeth flashing briefly before he's kissing him again, an all-encompassing thing, tongue slipping in like a thief when a gasp allows him entrance. His own hands are not still either, though one seems to want to brand itself around the curve of Gaon's hip. The free one ruffles fabric beneath his touch, skating up to a broad chest and squeezing once, thumb gliding over a nipple peaked beneath the fabric before it all slides away again.
Not to give him peace, no.
Yohan hems Gaon back, ass against the marble and his fingertips a light caress down the front of his shirt, three fingers a taunt. They take their time even as the sharpness of his teeth dip into the plush of Gaon's sweetly terrible lip, hooking very briefly around his belt before they fall even lower, wrist turning so he can run his palm over the front of Gaon's trousers, another amused breath pulled through. )
Yes? ( Against his mouth, and the firmer pressure of his hand. ) Judge Kim?
( it's been a long time since gaon's been touched. school and then work -- work -- and the way life has taken slow, sure, plodding steps forward has kept intimacy on a back burner with an intentionality he doesn't really like. but he appreciates it here, askance, for the way goosebumps erupt following the path the man's hand has carved up his chest, down his body. every part of him reacts like a plant freshly watered, awake suddenly to his own desire.
he likes the bite of the counter behind him, the threat of teeth at his lip. everything feels so much more, a different level, latent hunger lifting its head where it's been ignored too long. he makes a muffled noise into the man's mouth and doesn't even realize he's rocking into his hand until the countertop catches him on the retreat.
this is stupid. this is dangerous. he could be ruining everything he'd worked towards here and now for something fleeting. his hands drag across the man's chest and twist into the armholes of his waistcoat for leverage as he tries to haul him even closer, shoes slipping against the tile in his haste. just enough drink to make him eager, to let want rule over sense. )
Yes, ( he mutters, letting the counter take more of his weight, legs spreading to fit the man between them, heels braced against the floor. foolish or not, he's ready and willing to make a stupid decision if it means more of this. )
( Permission given, and yet Yohan does not simply move straight on to his cock. No, he only smiles, fingertips letting up their light cage so he can press them against the younger man's stomach, feeling the frantic rise and fall of his breath as Yohan shifts closer, cages him in. The kiss he delivers is less sharp, but the possessiveness in it more than makes up for it. His tongue flits into Gaon's mouth to curl, indulgent behind his teeth, the push and pull slow and decadent. Enough to soothe the nerves Yohan can feel there, maybe, or just deep enough that he won't remember to have them. He's smart enough to know a man like Kim Gaon certainly does not do this often.
( Though neither, in fact, does Yohan. )
Still, still. Both hands move to curl around Gaon's waist, Yohan's mouth shifting to trail a dangerous path along the space above his collar. His mouth is warm, body firm when it presses into Gaon's own, his own arousal building when they slot so neatly together. The other man's breathing hitches, and Yohan laughs, taking his earlobe between his teeth in a mean bite down. )
You're very pretty, Kim Gaon. ( Eyes that hold the attention despite his emotions, equally captivating in both anger and lust. Lips that can purse with irritation and then part here, on a gasp as Yohan kisses his way back down to his mouth. Skin pink and flustered. Yohan likes him. Yohan will not let himself consider anything else. ) You were the brightest thing out there.
( Fingers tugging the hem of his shirt up so that they can slip inside, warm against skin. )
You should tell me what you want. ( Inching back, his eyes dark, lips twisted in wicked amusement. ) My hands? ( Nails digging in to drag down his sides. ) My mouth? ( The pink of a tongue against sharp white teeth. ) Do you want me to fuck you?
( 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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( Voice low, still tinged with amusement. Though there's something else now, a new warmth. The lean in has them closer, which means Yohan can drink his fill of Gaon's furiously impassioned face. At first glance he'd looked uncannily like his brother, and while that's what had drawn him closer in the first place, the truth of the matter is that there's really only a little there at all. His brother does not hold his eyes so wide and daring, does not twist his mouth with such derision one second and then smile the next. He does not hold a familiar contempt in the shape of his shoulders. So Yohan had been curious. Isaac is always telling him to talk to people, and possibly this is not what he meant, but hasn't he been having fun? )
Aish, Kang Yohan sounds like such a relentless force. ( He lifts his drink from the bar top, shifts his own body so they're closer, shielding them a little further from the rest of the VIP section. Sipping at his drink, gaze sweeping. It lingers, briefly at Gaon's mouth, then snags back upwards just to see if he's been noticed, the corner of his own lifting into a charmingly terrible smirk. ) Maybe he'd meet you and you'd bewitch him, have you considered that? He's a man, isn't he? Those are terribly prone to falling for beauty.
( Tongue, running along his teeth, flirtatious for the sake of it. )
Or do you think he's a demon too?
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There's no such thing as demons.
( but the effect the stranger is having on him is apparent in the sudden croak of his voice, the way his eyes dart away, out to the crowd again, and then back to the man's eyes, his mouth for a brief second, his eyes again. like he's been caught in a trap, in a spell. there's a pull towards this person that he can't reason away and liquor makes him prone to poor choices on a good day, let alone when he's in a mood. )
Are you? ( he's too close again, blindly sliding his glass onto the bar top, eyebrows lifting in question. ) Prone?
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( It's simple, matter of fact, his voice still draped intimately in the space between them like they're old friends. It's the truth unveiled in a myriad of half-ones, Yohan letting his gaze skim the younger man's face, the blush, the arched eyebrow, back to his mouth like a magnetised pull. ) Usually people are very, very boring, Judge Kim. No amount of beauty can cover that up. But -.
( It is a bad idea. He knows that. Kim Gaon does not like him, he's been espousing that at great length for the last hour. The idea of Kang Yohan repulses him. But he's also been leaning into his space just as readily, is flushing a pretty pink, aggrieved. And Yohan knows he won't come back here. He's far too good for a place like this, too full of heart for the company that circles. What is the harm, really, if they'll never meet again?
So his hand moves, pressing to Gaon's knee - respectable - warmly, squeezing once. Flirting comes easily, but it is rarely fun. Except for her, grin widening. )
Every so often someone will come along and be intriguing enough to turn my head. It's a rare power.
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but there's something to this, to the little bubble of space here, to this stranger looking at him like he understands that gaon is an exception to the rule here, that he agrees that all this pomp and behaviour is a gross misrepresentation of the system. he sees that gaon doesn't belong here, isn't a part of the games. gaon can feel the little flicker for what it is, that need to not be lumped in with the sort of people kang yohan's reputation tends to attract.
gaon still doesn't know who this man is. he's just drunk enough that there's something enticing about it, that flare of a thrill he'd be barred from if anyone knew, protected from his own impulses at every turn. but this man is beautiful and carries just enough ego that gaon finds it charming rather than repellent and he doesn't have any idea what he's agreeing to except that he knows he wants it. spite. rebellion. his own desire. he could ask for his name, but it's somehow that much more interesting not knowing.
later, maybe.
he shifts his knee forward, urging the man's hand just a scant inch higher, leaning in close enough that their cheeks brush, mouth near his ear. )
How intrigued are you?
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Always has been.
Intrigued isn't quite the word for it. The attraction feels like a vice around his gut, hook into the pulsing meat of his organs. He laughs, low enough that only Gaon can hear it, turning ever so slightly into his space. His hand drifts higher still, knuckles brushing against the shape of the younger man's dick, no longer playing. )
There's a bathroom. Two doors down. ( Voice murmured, lyrical. His eyes cut in the direction, lips curling. ) If Kim Gaon wants to see just how interested I am he should wait for me there. I can show him.
( Daring, a gauntlet thrown. If they were alone he might have simply dragged him there himself. Or better yet, the office. But there are people around, and Yohan knows that despite the signals, Judge Kim will not like to be seen as outright tripping over himself into disrepute. So a staggered approach. Yohan leans back to see his face better, reaches out to find his drink, knocking it back in one swift swallow. )
What do you think?
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he's got enough self-awareness to sit back slowly. anyone paying too close attention would see the way his eyes don't stray from the man's face, the invitation hovering unmet in the space between them. it's the drink that wins him over, in a purely visceral, human way. the man's throat bobs, gaon swallows in echo, reason left somewhere far behind.
he'll regret it come morning. he might regret not doing it more. )
You've got my bill?
( he isn't really expecting an answer. someone else is surely paying for his drinks anyway, that was part of deal in getting him to agree. it's funny to leave it like that, whoever he is, presumptive as he slides off the stool and rights his suit, settles his tie back to where it's meant to be, only just off-balance. )
Two doors down? ( innocuous, low enough to not really be overheard. agreement as he pats the man's arm companionably and then leaves him behind.
doubt creeps in the further away he gets. one door, two. he passes it first, hesitant to beeline directly there, and makes a show of finding a spot to pull his phone out, to feign checking messages while he wonders what kind of game he's walking himself into. is this normal? is he going to be found out in the bathroom like a fool, waiting for some rich asshole who's been playing him this whole time? maybe.
if nothing else he can play at having an actual reason to be in there, right?
he pockets his phone and swings back to the second door -- bathroom, yes -- under the pretense of washing his hands. normal. valid. the music from the floor below makes the tiles under his feet tremble with the bass and he watches himself in the mirror as he runs his hands under the tap, the colour too high in his cheeks, and starts a count on how long he's willing to give this before he taps out. )
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It's the sensible option, it's the only option. And yet -.
Yohan can't deny there's a spark. Had they met under other circumstances maybe the two of them would have reached this inevitable conclusion more naturally. Without the hint of subterfuge clogging the air. He's vaguely aware of Li Eun-kyung giving him judgemental looks from over his shoulder, but Yohan only smiles winningly at her, bright and carefree. ) Aish, don't look at me like that. You know I can't resist something pretty.
( He doesn't pay. He doesn't need to. Instead he waits a minute or two and then rises fluidly from his seat. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a woman has already begun to make her approach over, dressed all in white and with a smile that annoys him a little. Something tugs at his thoughts, something he should focus on, but he doesn't wait for her to finish her path. Instead he buttons his blazer and turns neatly towards the bathroom.
He's inside before he second guesses, closing the door with his shoulder and grinning at Gaon's reflection in the mirror. A quick glance around proves that no one else is here, tucked away in the cubicles, and so Yohan lifts a hand to turn the main lock, daring. There's no rush in it. Neither in the way he approaches, gait slow and even, agile in his steps. He boxes Gaon in against the sink, hands against the marble, head tilted inches from the younger man's mouth. )
You look like a deer in the headlights.
( Amused, but then he ducks ever closer to capture Judge Kim's mouth in a sharp, searing kiss. )
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this close gaon can smell the intent on him and something deep and well-contained inside of gaon responds with purpose.
he meets the kiss hungrily, with equal fervor. gone is whatever apprehension he'd carried from the bar, eagerly replaced by the thrum of want under his skin, mismatched to the music. graceless hands find the button of the man's jacket and he fumbles it open as he tilts his head, drawing back only just enough that he'll have to follow, step further into gaon's space. his hands disappear under the jacket, skimming across what must be expensive cotton, touching where he probably shouldn't as his lips part to deepen the kiss.
he's never kissed someone he doesn't know everything about already. never kissed someone nameless, an anonymous entity with any kind of past behind him. never done anything like this with a man, for sure, but that's not information he's willing to share right now. not when this is the most interesting thing that's happened in months, in years. not when he's been corralled into behaving for so long. now he wants this. )
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He laughs against Gaon's mouth, giddy, teeth flashing briefly before he's kissing him again, an all-encompassing thing, tongue slipping in like a thief when a gasp allows him entrance. His own hands are not still either, though one seems to want to brand itself around the curve of Gaon's hip. The free one ruffles fabric beneath his touch, skating up to a broad chest and squeezing once, thumb gliding over a nipple peaked beneath the fabric before it all slides away again.
Not to give him peace, no.
Yohan hems Gaon back, ass against the marble and his fingertips a light caress down the front of his shirt, three fingers a taunt. They take their time even as the sharpness of his teeth dip into the plush of Gaon's sweetly terrible lip, hooking very briefly around his belt before they fall even lower, wrist turning so he can run his palm over the front of Gaon's trousers, another amused breath pulled through. )
Yes? ( Against his mouth, and the firmer pressure of his hand. ) Judge Kim?
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he likes the bite of the counter behind him, the threat of teeth at his lip. everything feels so much more, a different level, latent hunger lifting its head where it's been ignored too long. he makes a muffled noise into the man's mouth and doesn't even realize he's rocking into his hand until the countertop catches him on the retreat.
this is stupid. this is dangerous. he could be ruining everything he'd worked towards here and now for something fleeting. his hands drag across the man's chest and twist into the armholes of his waistcoat for leverage as he tries to haul him even closer, shoes slipping against the tile in his haste. just enough drink to make him eager, to let want rule over sense. )
Yes, ( he mutters, letting the counter take more of his weight, legs spreading to fit the man between them, heels braced against the floor. foolish or not, he's ready and willing to make a stupid decision if it means more of this. )
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( Though neither, in fact, does Yohan. )
Still, still. Both hands move to curl around Gaon's waist, Yohan's mouth shifting to trail a dangerous path along the space above his collar. His mouth is warm, body firm when it presses into Gaon's own, his own arousal building when they slot so neatly together. The other man's breathing hitches, and Yohan laughs, taking his earlobe between his teeth in a mean bite down. )
You're very pretty, Kim Gaon. ( Eyes that hold the attention despite his emotions, equally captivating in both anger and lust. Lips that can purse with irritation and then part here, on a gasp as Yohan kisses his way back down to his mouth. Skin pink and flustered. Yohan likes him. Yohan will not let himself consider anything else. ) You were the brightest thing out there.
( Fingers tugging the hem of his shirt up so that they can slip inside, warm against skin. )
You should tell me what you want. ( Inching back, his eyes dark, lips twisted in wicked amusement. ) My hands? ( Nails digging in to drag down his sides. ) My mouth? ( The pink of a tongue against sharp white teeth. ) Do you want me to fuck you?
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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?