[Yoo Joonghyuk tenses a little when he's lifted. Like Kim Dokja, the man wasn't very good at being vulnerable or being put in a position where he might be vulnerable. It made sense given what the regressor had gone through, but it takes him a moment to relax. He lets the other do as he pleases. The other surely knows he can easily overpower him if he wanted to.]
It does matter. [Kim Dokja knows it matters. If Yoo Joonghyuk didn't train; he'd never manage to get to the end. Especially given the sword techniques that he had learned. He would never be able to use what he knew without training harshly.
He'll take his time to really observe the other. From soft hair to pale, smooth skin. Long eyelashes and a slim body. He now has the time to really give the other a proper once over.] It isn't bad. [He does still think the other should train and definitely eat more, but it isn't like he completely disapprove of the other. He's incapable of that anyways.]
[Maybe he should try working out a little bit, to improve that assessment. On the other hand, he's probably a lost cause. And instead of thinking about that, he'd much rather get back to what they were doing a moment ago, when Yoo Joonghyuk's hands were touching him.
The downside to lifting him up is that now it really would be impossible to kiss him. His hands aren't free to touch, either. He really didn't think this through. He sets him down again, but keeps him pushed against the wall, before getting up on the very tips of his toes so he can kiss him.]
Maybe you should be thinking about something else.
[He tugs at Yoo Joonghyuk's shirt, making a button pop loose. It's a small act of revenge, but it's satisfying.]
[Maybe he should cook for the other. If they aren't gonna feed themselves then he will have to.
He leans down so he can return the kiss, but it's short-lived as he pulls away so he can presses kisses against his neck again. Once he gets to the junction between shoulder and neck; he sinks his teeth in to leave a mark.]
I'm thinking about you, aren't I?
[He clicks his tongue.] Tsk. You better replace that. [He pulls away slightly so he can unbutton and toss his shirt off and revealing toned abs and stomach for the other. He returns to nipping at that pale neck of his.]
[He knows that argument won't go over well, but the point here isn't appeasing the other. They have different priorities, that's all, and Kim Dokja feels he's been doing well for himself considering.
Though now he's the one who ends up distracted by the other. His mind goes blank for a second at the bite. He moans, the pain making him twist his body as he feels a shudder build along his spine. He digs his fingers into Yoo Joonghyuk's hips.]
[He would argue more with the other, but he tucks that away for the time being. It's a conversation for another time.
Instead, he smirks a little as he unbuttons the rest of their shirt to access more skin; nipping and sucking at pale skin.]
Ah, these type of noises are far more suitable than your chatter. [It's rather nice. The other was so responsive to his actions and he was quite enjoying it.] Weren't you the one who told me to give up and take a tie, but I feel as though I'm the one with the advantage.
[Just as his brain kicks in again, Yoo Joonghyuk makes that comment. It leaves him immediately flustered.]
Shut up, you damn bastard.
[He has no better comeback, not when Yoo Joonghyuk keeps doing that with his mouth. He has to get back at him somehow. He has to figure out a way to touch him that the other man likes. Impatiently, he tries to shake his shirt off his shoulders, to get that out of the way, but it gets stuck on his wrists, hanging down behind him and preventing him from reaching Yoo Joonghyuk at all.
Reaching behind himself, he manages to pull one hand free at least. He lets the shirt dangle freely from the other, not caring if it drags against the ground.]
[He just hums in response as he returns to leaving as many marks on the other as he can. Something about seeing that pale skin covered in angry red marks from him set his stomach on fire pleasantly. The man surely was possessive and he almost wished these marks would be seen. He wants to make sure people knew that the man was his, after all. Still, the other giving him easy access to all that plentiful skin means he should take full advantage of it.
Hands move to grab that waist and pull it close so he can grind his hips against the other's own.] Usually I'd be the one telling you to shut up, but I want to hear you. [Seeing this infuriating man unravel under his fingertips has him rather wanting.]
[And he can't do anything about the way Yoo Joonghyuk's attention is making him moan and squirm. He's quickly becoming breathless. He refuses to surrender, though, so he goes for a desperate move: He pushes Yoo Joonghyuk roughly back to create space between them, if only so that he can lean in, fill that space again, and take his turn pressing kisses to the other man's chest.
He has no idea what he's doing. He's just mimicking what Yoo Joonghyuk was doing. He nips at his skin, though not nearly as roughly, wishing he had any confidence right now.
What would Yoo Joonghyuk like? Ways of Survival never went into any detail when it came to something like this.]
[The other gets so easily riled up. He isn't sure if this is just how they are if they just get difficult whenever it's him involved.
He watches the other with interest. It's obvious the other didn't know what they were doing, but it was endearing to watch them try. One of his hands move to get tangled again in that soft hair and he lets out a content sigh. Wherever the other touches is hot to his skin. While actual skill is lacking, he finds it doesn't make the actual experience any less pleasant. Perhaps just the act of physical intimacy is enough with the bond.] I thought you'd have a stronger bite with all that talk. [Maybe he's riling the other up a little himself. Or maybe he wants the other to know that no amount of strength in their bites will be a detriment.]
[Maybe he is a bit too defensive, but he's not really capable of turning that off. What he is capable of, though, is following instruction - for once, maybe because it was phrased as a challenge, meant to goad him. He bites at Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder, harder than before, leaving red marks behind in the muscle. And then on a whim he kisses that same spot.
He pushes his hands against his stomach, just to feel, just to touch, admiring the way his abs are shifting and moving as Yoo Joonghyuk breathes.]
[His grip in those ebony locks tighten just a bit when Kim Dokja bites down. It's too bad that Yoo Joonghyuk isn't exactly the most vocal lover. Or at least, he's still got too much of a grip on his control to make too many noises. The other is rewarded with a low hiss at the very least.]
It depends on the mood. [Times with Lee Seolhwa were passionate, but their love was something more tender. With Kim Dokja, it was more like a disaster. A whirlwind of tension and passion and need for release. It was overwhelming and a lot, but it made him feel alive. A feeling he had been struggling to find the more times he regressed. The other made him start to feel human again.] It doesn't matter if it's with you.
[The hand that wasn't in Kim Dokja's hair resumes mapping that lithe body as he strokes his chest before eventually resting where skin meets the fabric of the pants still settled on the smaller man's hips.] I'll take your most tender touches or your most roughest bites if you'll let me have them.
[That's... Not what he expected to hear at all. He'd thought of this as a competition, but those words are making quick work of him, leaving him feeling disarmed. He raises his head to look up at Yoo Joonghyuk. His expression is clearly surprised, caught off guard.
Not sure what to say, he wraps a hand behind the back of his neck, and leans in to kiss him, hard. His shirt is left dangling down between them.]
You can have both.
[All of it, he thinks. He just wants this man. It's terrifying, but he wants him more than he can describe. It's the kind of cliche phrase he'd scoff at when he reads it in a novel, but right now it's the only thing that could be accurate.]
[He lets out a pleased noise in the back of his throat as he is all but happy with returning the kiss; slotting his mouth with the smaller man's and tasting the other again.]
I want all of you.
[He's greedy and possessive. He knows he can't keep the man to himself, but part of him wants to. At the very least, no one else can share the intimacy that the two of them have.
Fingers are moving to undo Kim Dokja's belt; a palm pressing against his crotch.]
[That noise Yoo Joonghyuk made sounds incredibly good. He swears he can feel it under his skin. He wants to hear it again, that or something similar, anything to show that this man is enjoying himself. It's the reassurance that he needed.
Somehow he's still caught off guard when Yoo Joonghyk palms him through his pants. He groans and pushes against him, then impatiently goes for Yoo Joonghyuk's pants as well, trying to get them off.]
At this point, you really don't have to ask.
[He wasn't asking. Kim Dokja is still offering. He's trying not to be too impatient, not wanting his inexperience to show, but it's becoming difficult.]
Skilled fingers undo the button and unzip the smaller man's pants before stroking the other through his underwear. Yoo Joonghyuk can't help but smirk into the kiss.]
Eager are you? We've mostly only kissed and you're already this hard? [Who taught this man to speak like he did?] All riled up just for me, Dokja-yah. [The other was so responsive to him.]
[He's not prepared for those words, for the way it feels to have nothing but his underwear between them, for any of this. It's obvious he wants to say something - he always has something to say - but a moan slips out instead, and he loses track of his own thoughts. Yoo Joonghyk has definitely found an effective way of shutting him up.
He wants this man naked in front of him. He wants to see what he's been hiding under those clothes. He fumbles a bit with the button to Yoo Joonghyuk's pants, before finally getting it open.]
So I'm a bit impatient.
[He should probably defend himself, but he's not sure he could, or, for that matter, if he cares now they're at this point.]
[Hearing the other does nothing but makes his desire grow for the other.]
It's endearing. [It's hard not to find it so. One can't help but feel flattered if anything. To be wanted and desired so much. What can he do but not return with equal fervor?
He slowly strokes the other; swallowing his moans in kisses as he hungrily watches the other. Breathtaking in his eyes. He's only half hard, but every sound from the other is like electricity down his spine. Looking at the other sets him aflame.] Dokja-yah. [Kim Dokja's name was always sweet on his tongue.]
[It turns out he didn't need to defend himself after all. He's not sure you're supposed to call a man endearing, but it's difficult to care about that in the moment, especially when the word sounds so good coming out of Yoo Joonghyuk's mouth.
His legs feel weak. He's leaning his weight heavily onto the other man, moaning with each stroke, trying to stay focused enough to return the favor. He gets Yoo Joonghyuk's pants open and just shoves them down impatiently, along with his underwear.]
That's much better than -- [groan] -- than the angry way you've been saying my name.
[He likes it. It sounds like it means something. He could definitely get used to it.
And at least this part of touching Yoo Joonghyuk he thinks he can figure out. It's similar enough to touching himself, and he has enough experience doing that. He brushes his fingers against him at first, a bit hesitantly, before wrapping him up in a loose grip. It feels different than touching himself. He thinks he can get used to that, too.]
I wouldn't say your name angrily if you didn't do things to make me angry.
[Not that it was particularly hard to anger the man. His temper wasn't exactly stellar, although he was a lot more patient than he let on. He just had a scowl on his face all the time.
Although his usual scowl was nowhere to be seen. The cold air against his hot skin was a nice feeling. The taller man lets out a low groan as the other touches him. His hips stutter a bit. He didn't think he'd want this so much, but there's something addicting about being touched by the other.]
[He's definitely going to do something to make him angry again in the future. Those words nearly slip out, but he holds back, just in case saying it is enough to make him angry now.]
You're very easy to rile up.
[He'll tease instead. The words come out breathless, everything about him too focused on how much he wants this man. He starts stroking him slowly, glancing down between them just to see, mesmerized for a second. It's impossibly hot.]
[Ever since the other had showed up; everything about this regression has been different. He was completely powerless too. All he could do was walk whatever path the smaller man had put him on.
The night sky that starts at Yoo Joonghyuk's wrist and bleeds up his arm before fading into his skin tone seems to glimmer like the actual Constellations. That, too, had been an unexpected reality that took him time to swallow. He still questions a lot of the mystery around it, but there were no answers to be seen.] A lot has changed with you around. [It's not said angrily, but with a tone much softer than one would expect from the regressor. The other might anger him, but he has felt a lot of other emotions because of the other.
He tugs the smaller man's underwear down with his pants so that he can firmly wrap his hand around the hard member and give it a few rough tugs.] More. [He was far from feeling to shy to demand for the other to touch him more as he grows harder with every stroke.]
[There's that confidence again. In the middle of all of this, doing something that's brought his insecurities to the forefront, he manages to find that cocky attitude long enough to give him another one of those daring grins.
It doesn't last long. Yoo Joonghyk gives his cock one stroke and he nearly loses his balance, his weight leaning even heavier on the other man. He'll obey the demand for more, but he'll need a second, brain blanked out from the pleasure. He steadies himself against Yoo Joonghyuk, or tries to, but he really wishes they were lying down right now.
Finally he tries to match that rough pace Yoo Joonghyuk is setting. He wouldn't mind taking it slow, so he could watch him come apart, but he's caught up in the other man's presence and pacing, his demanding aura even more overwhelming like this.]
[Does the other realize how much trouble they cause? How much trouble they're going to cause? It makes him dizzy. This idiot of a man who seems too confident, yet not confident enough, giving him a grin that he wants to punch and also kiss.
That same man is all but using him as a means to stay upright. Any longer and he's sure Kim Dokja's legs will completely give out under him.
He begrudgingly stops for a moment and puts distance between them to gather some of their abandoned clothes to make a makeshift blanket; ignoring whatever protests the other makes. It's not like they don't have the coins to replace majority of their clothes anyways and it would be better if the smaller man didn't turn into a crumpled mess part way through.
Yoo Joonghyuk takes a seat on the makeshift blanket before yanking the other man down with him to settle on his lap. He's not really going to complain about having the other in his lap anyways. It is a rather alluring sight to see.]
[Kim Dokja should object. He doesn't care about the clothes right now - his coat will be fine, and he can replace the rest - but he does care that Yoo Joonghyuk has pulled away to do this. He feels cold, exposed, and needy. He awkwardly cups his hands in front of himself while he waits, two seconds from just jumping the other man again.
He stumbles, falling into his lap with a small yelp of surprise. He has to shift around for a second to get comfortable.]
Next time we're finding an actual bed.
[He'd do it like this every time if they can't find beds. At least it's not cold outside, he thinks.]
It isn't like he doesn't fully agree, but finding a safe building that isn't in shambles was probably going to be easier said than done.]
You don't enjoy the thrill of being found like this? [Actually, Yoo Joonghyuk would prefer more private spaces, but that was just because the man had always been a very private man. He just wants to get a reaction out of the other.] Someone finding you sitting like this on my lap.
[In this position, he can easily leave kisses and bites on Kim Dokja's neck and shoulder. He pulls the other as close as he can before wrapping a scarred hand around both their hard members to start stroking both of them.] Not that I'd allow that. [Honestly, he's too possessive for that. The fact that the Constellations get to see them like this is aggravating enough. Kim Dokja coming undone by his hands is a sight that should be only for him.] Only I should see you like this.
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It does matter. [Kim Dokja knows it matters. If Yoo Joonghyuk didn't train; he'd never manage to get to the end. Especially given the sword techniques that he had learned. He would never be able to use what he knew without training harshly.
He'll take his time to really observe the other. From soft hair to pale, smooth skin. Long eyelashes and a slim body. He now has the time to really give the other a proper once over.] It isn't bad. [He does still think the other should train and definitely eat more, but it isn't like he completely disapprove of the other. He's incapable of that anyways.]
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[Maybe he should try working out a little bit, to improve that assessment. On the other hand, he's probably a lost cause. And instead of thinking about that, he'd much rather get back to what they were doing a moment ago, when Yoo Joonghyuk's hands were touching him.
The downside to lifting him up is that now it really would be impossible to kiss him. His hands aren't free to touch, either. He really didn't think this through. He sets him down again, but keeps him pushed against the wall, before getting up on the very tips of his toes so he can kiss him.]
Maybe you should be thinking about something else.
[He tugs at Yoo Joonghyuk's shirt, making a button pop loose. It's a small act of revenge, but it's satisfying.]
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[Maybe he should cook for the other. If they aren't gonna feed themselves then he will have to.
He leans down so he can return the kiss, but it's short-lived as he pulls away so he can presses kisses against his neck again. Once he gets to the junction between shoulder and neck; he sinks his teeth in to leave a mark.]
I'm thinking about you, aren't I?
[He clicks his tongue.] Tsk. You better replace that. [He pulls away slightly so he can unbutton and toss his shirt off and revealing toned abs and stomach for the other. He returns to nipping at that pale neck of his.]
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[He knows that argument won't go over well, but the point here isn't appeasing the other. They have different priorities, that's all, and Kim Dokja feels he's been doing well for himself considering.
Though now he's the one who ends up distracted by the other. His mind goes blank for a second at the bite. He moans, the pain making him twist his body as he feels a shudder build along his spine. He digs his fingers into Yoo Joonghyuk's hips.]
Oh -- That's --
[What were they talking about?]
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Instead, he smirks a little as he unbuttons the rest of their shirt to access more skin; nipping and sucking at pale skin.]
Ah, these type of noises are far more suitable than your chatter. [It's rather nice. The other was so responsive to his actions and he was quite enjoying it.] Weren't you the one who told me to give up and take a tie, but I feel as though I'm the one with the advantage.
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Shut up, you damn bastard.
[He has no better comeback, not when Yoo Joonghyuk keeps doing that with his mouth. He has to get back at him somehow. He has to figure out a way to touch him that the other man likes. Impatiently, he tries to shake his shirt off his shoulders, to get that out of the way, but it gets stuck on his wrists, hanging down behind him and preventing him from reaching Yoo Joonghyuk at all.
Reaching behind himself, he manages to pull one hand free at least. He lets the shirt dangle freely from the other, not caring if it drags against the ground.]
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Hands move to grab that waist and pull it close so he can grind his hips against the other's own.] Usually I'd be the one telling you to shut up, but I want to hear you. [Seeing this infuriating man unravel under his fingertips has him rather wanting.]
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[And he can't do anything about the way Yoo Joonghyuk's attention is making him moan and squirm. He's quickly becoming breathless. He refuses to surrender, though, so he goes for a desperate move: He pushes Yoo Joonghyuk roughly back to create space between them, if only so that he can lean in, fill that space again, and take his turn pressing kisses to the other man's chest.
He has no idea what he's doing. He's just mimicking what Yoo Joonghyuk was doing. He nips at his skin, though not nearly as roughly, wishing he had any confidence right now.
What would Yoo Joonghyuk like? Ways of Survival never went into any detail when it came to something like this.]
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[The other gets so easily riled up. He isn't sure if this is just how they are if they just get difficult whenever it's him involved.
He watches the other with interest. It's obvious the other didn't know what they were doing, but it was endearing to watch them try. One of his hands move to get tangled again in that soft hair and he lets out a content sigh. Wherever the other touches is hot to his skin. While actual skill is lacking, he finds it doesn't make the actual experience any less pleasant. Perhaps just the act of physical intimacy is enough with the bond.] I thought you'd have a stronger bite with all that talk. [Maybe he's riling the other up a little himself. Or maybe he wants the other to know that no amount of strength in their bites will be a detriment.]
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[Maybe he is a bit too defensive, but he's not really capable of turning that off. What he is capable of, though, is following instruction - for once, maybe because it was phrased as a challenge, meant to goad him. He bites at Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder, harder than before, leaving red marks behind in the muscle. And then on a whim he kisses that same spot.
He pushes his hands against his stomach, just to feel, just to touch, admiring the way his abs are shifting and moving as Yoo Joonghyuk breathes.]
So you like it rough?
[He has to know if he's going to learn.]
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It depends on the mood. [Times with Lee Seolhwa were passionate, but their love was something more tender. With Kim Dokja, it was more like a disaster. A whirlwind of tension and passion and need for release. It was overwhelming and a lot, but it made him feel alive. A feeling he had been struggling to find the more times he regressed. The other made him start to feel human again.] It doesn't matter if it's with you.
[The hand that wasn't in Kim Dokja's hair resumes mapping that lithe body as he strokes his chest before eventually resting where skin meets the fabric of the pants still settled on the smaller man's hips.] I'll take your most tender touches or your most roughest bites if you'll let me have them.
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Not sure what to say, he wraps a hand behind the back of his neck, and leans in to kiss him, hard. His shirt is left dangling down between them.]
You can have both.
[All of it, he thinks. He just wants this man. It's terrifying, but he wants him more than he can describe. It's the kind of cliche phrase he'd scoff at when he reads it in a novel, but right now it's the only thing that could be accurate.]
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I want all of you.
[He's greedy and possessive. He knows he can't keep the man to himself, but part of him wants to. At the very least, no one else can share the intimacy that the two of them have.
Fingers are moving to undo Kim Dokja's belt; a palm pressing against his crotch.]
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Somehow he's still caught off guard when Yoo Joonghyk palms him through his pants. He groans and pushes against him, then impatiently goes for Yoo Joonghyuk's pants as well, trying to get them off.]
At this point, you really don't have to ask.
[He wasn't asking. Kim Dokja is still offering. He's trying not to be too impatient, not wanting his inexperience to show, but it's becoming difficult.]
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[He'll eat this man alive.
Skilled fingers undo the button and unzip the smaller man's pants before stroking the other through his underwear. Yoo Joonghyuk can't help but smirk into the kiss.]
Eager are you? We've mostly only kissed and you're already this hard? [Who taught this man to speak like he did?] All riled up just for me, Dokja-yah. [The other was so responsive to him.]
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He wants this man naked in front of him. He wants to see what he's been hiding under those clothes. He fumbles a bit with the button to Yoo Joonghyuk's pants, before finally getting it open.]
So I'm a bit impatient.
[He should probably defend himself, but he's not sure he could, or, for that matter, if he cares now they're at this point.]
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It's endearing. [It's hard not to find it so. One can't help but feel flattered if anything. To be wanted and desired so much. What can he do but not return with equal fervor?
He slowly strokes the other; swallowing his moans in kisses as he hungrily watches the other. Breathtaking in his eyes. He's only half hard, but every sound from the other is like electricity down his spine. Looking at the other sets him aflame.] Dokja-yah. [Kim Dokja's name was always sweet on his tongue.]
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His legs feel weak. He's leaning his weight heavily onto the other man, moaning with each stroke, trying to stay focused enough to return the favor. He gets Yoo Joonghyuk's pants open and just shoves them down impatiently, along with his underwear.]
That's much better than -- [groan] -- than the angry way you've been saying my name.
[He likes it. It sounds like it means something. He could definitely get used to it.
And at least this part of touching Yoo Joonghyuk he thinks he can figure out. It's similar enough to touching himself, and he has enough experience doing that. He brushes his fingers against him at first, a bit hesitantly, before wrapping him up in a loose grip. It feels different than touching himself. He thinks he can get used to that, too.]
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[Not that it was particularly hard to anger the man. His temper wasn't exactly stellar, although he was a lot more patient than he let on. He just had a scowl on his face all the time.
Although his usual scowl was nowhere to be seen. The cold air against his hot skin was a nice feeling. The taller man lets out a low groan as the other touches him. His hips stutter a bit. He didn't think he'd want this so much, but there's something addicting about being touched by the other.]
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You're very easy to rile up.
[He'll tease instead. The words come out breathless, everything about him too focused on how much he wants this man. He starts stroking him slowly, glancing down between them just to see, mesmerized for a second. It's impossibly hot.]
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[Ever since the other had showed up; everything about this regression has been different. He was completely powerless too. All he could do was walk whatever path the smaller man had put him on.
The night sky that starts at Yoo Joonghyuk's wrist and bleeds up his arm before fading into his skin tone seems to glimmer like the actual Constellations. That, too, had been an unexpected reality that took him time to swallow. He still questions a lot of the mystery around it, but there were no answers to be seen.] A lot has changed with you around. [It's not said angrily, but with a tone much softer than one would expect from the regressor. The other might anger him, but he has felt a lot of other emotions because of the other.
He tugs the smaller man's underwear down with his pants so that he can firmly wrap his hand around the hard member and give it a few rough tugs.] More. [He was far from feeling to shy to demand for the other to touch him more as he grows harder with every stroke.]
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[There's that confidence again. In the middle of all of this, doing something that's brought his insecurities to the forefront, he manages to find that cocky attitude long enough to give him another one of those daring grins.
It doesn't last long. Yoo Joonghyk gives his cock one stroke and he nearly loses his balance, his weight leaning even heavier on the other man. He'll obey the demand for more, but he'll need a second, brain blanked out from the pleasure. He steadies himself against Yoo Joonghyuk, or tries to, but he really wishes they were lying down right now.
Finally he tries to match that rough pace Yoo Joonghyuk is setting. He wouldn't mind taking it slow, so he could watch him come apart, but he's caught up in the other man's presence and pacing, his demanding aura even more overwhelming like this.]
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That same man is all but using him as a means to stay upright. Any longer and he's sure Kim Dokja's legs will completely give out under him.
He begrudgingly stops for a moment and puts distance between them to gather some of their abandoned clothes to make a makeshift blanket; ignoring whatever protests the other makes. It's not like they don't have the coins to replace majority of their clothes anyways and it would be better if the smaller man didn't turn into a crumpled mess part way through.
Yoo Joonghyuk takes a seat on the makeshift blanket before yanking the other man down with him to settle on his lap. He's not really going to complain about having the other in his lap anyways. It is a rather alluring sight to see.]
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He stumbles, falling into his lap with a small yelp of surprise. He has to shift around for a second to get comfortable.]
Next time we're finding an actual bed.
[He'd do it like this every time if they can't find beds. At least it's not cold outside, he thinks.]
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It isn't like he doesn't fully agree, but finding a safe building that isn't in shambles was probably going to be easier said than done.]
You don't enjoy the thrill of being found like this? [Actually, Yoo Joonghyuk would prefer more private spaces, but that was just because the man had always been a very private man. He just wants to get a reaction out of the other.] Someone finding you sitting like this on my lap.
[In this position, he can easily leave kisses and bites on Kim Dokja's neck and shoulder. He pulls the other as close as he can before wrapping a scarred hand around both their hard members to start stroking both of them.] Not that I'd allow that. [Honestly, he's too possessive for that. The fact that the Constellations get to see them like this is aggravating enough. Kim Dokja coming undone by his hands is a sight that should be only for him.] Only I should see you like this.
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