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.
[Yoo Joonghyuk says that, and suddenly he's imagining it. There's a very real possibility that someone will come around the corner, that some group is out exploring, looking for food or items. He starts to look around like he's expecting someone to turn up out of nowhere.]
This is why we need that bed, or at least a tent --
[Whatever else he'd been planning to say turns into a strained groan. He bruises easily, he wants to say. He's going to have bruises everywhere. But that definitely won't discourage this bastard, and he can't even decide if he really wants him to stop biting like that. It hurts, but it's turning him on.
He leans into him again, wraps his hand on top of Yoo Joonghyuk's as he strokes them both. He won't last long, but he wants to last a little longer.]
Are you going to -- to chase off anyone who turns up, before they can see me.
[That sounds like an impossible task, even for the protagonist. He likes the way Yoo Joonghyuk says that, though. Kim Dokja has belonged to him for over ten years already, he thinks.]
[That groan is like a shot of electricity down his spine and makes his dick twitch. He wants to hear more. Yoo Joonghyuk sinks his teeth down into that shoulder. Enough to draw blood. He runs his tongue over the minor wound; the taste of copper filling his mouth.
The other had basically become his chew toy at this point.]
People should know better than to approach.
[He continues to stroke both of them at a brutal pace. At least brutal for the other who seems so sensitive to every touch he gives.] They should know better that you're my soulmate. [It comes out as a low growl.]
[This time, the pain is sharp enough to make him yell. He can feel his pulse on the point where Yoo Joonghyuk bit, and he shudders, breathing a little heavier again. Precome leaks out of his cock in response, slicking Yoo Joonghyuk's strokes.
It's good, because that pace is relentless. Kim Dokja can already feel himself getting close. He has barely enough brainpower left to worry about it. You're not supposed to come too soon, but this is too much, Yoo Joonghyuk is too much. He's trying to hold on.]
You --
[He comes. There's no real warning, but as come spills out he shudders again, holding onto Yoo Joonghyuk as tight as he can.]
[Yoo Joonghyuk continues to pump them both through the other's orgasm; only pausing once the other seems completely spent.]
You should train. [He clicks his tongue.] You have no stamina you know. [Although most people wouldn't be able to hold a candle to a monster like Yoo Joonghyuk.
He raises his sticky hand to lick some of it off; eyes trained on the other. Is it unfortunate or fortunate for Kim Dokja? The man obviously still wanted more.] Is this already your limit?
[The orgasm leaves him breathless for several moments, and it’s a few more before his brain is able to process exactly what Yoo Joonghyk just said. This damn bastard… He knows Kim Dokja hasn’t done this before. At the same time, he is embarrassed, because he really had wanted to last longer.
But his annoyance wins. He can hide behind that, and pretend Yoo Joonghyk is being unreasonable.]
You damn bastard…
[He forces the words out, and then gathers what strength hasn’t just been wrung out of him. He shoves forward hard, trying to get the other man on his back.]
[It's funny this time. How defensive the other gets. How embarrassed they are about it. He smirks a little.
It would be impossible for the other to shove him backwards. They both know that. Yoo joonghyuk's stats were nothing to what they will be later, but they were still rather high already. Yet, he falls back onto his back with little resistance.]
Mm? I know. You could still do with raising your stamina. [He's still smirking though.] Ah, but it seems you're also quite easy to rile up too. [Bastard.]
At least give me a chance to practice before you say that.
[He’s getting indirect messages siding with Yoo Joonghyk, and he’s struggling to ignore them. It seems the constellations are disappointed in his performance. Well, he didn’t do it for them.
He straddles Yoo Joonghyk, one hand on his shoulder to hold him down, while the other reaches for his cock again.]
It’s not like we’re done.
[He’ll start stroking him off, roughly, his embarrassment still clear on his face.]
Isn't the best practice to experience it together? Dokja-yah.
[He could easily overpower the other and he knows both of them know this. He wonders if the other is too distracted to remember that bit of information though. It really is no consequence though as he can look at the other and soak in their appearance. That determined scowl and flushed embarrassment was really quite cute.
He lets out a low groan as the other resumes stroking him. He grips Kim Dokja's thighs firmly. There was something rather alluring about looking at the other, especially naked. Perhaps it's because their skin was still smooth and unblemished of scars next to his own that had been roughened and marred with many. There were so many contrasting elements between them.]
Then after we've done it together a few more times.
[His tone is demanding, but not very confident. He suspects he'll need more than a few more times to learn how to keep up with this man, who is being way too smug about this.
He wants to shut him up, and the only way he can think of to do that is to make him feel good. He keeps stroking him off, slowing down but keeping his grip firm, testing his reactions. He leans forward, bending double - it's his turn now to experiment with pressing kisses all over Yoo Joonghyuk's chest, occasionally nipping, occasionally being a little bit rougher, though not nearly as rough as Yoo Joonghyuk had been.]
[It didn't matter how bad or good the other was at this nor about if they could keep up with him. Every touch from the other set his skin ablaze and made him yearn for more and the smaller man was a solid weight that kept him very much grounded.
He growls a little as the other slows down and he can't help but thrust a few times into that warm hand; desperately wanting more friction. Was the other purposely trying to rile him up?] Don't you think you're going a little too slow? [He grits it out because he can feel his control start to fray and his want for more was fighting with his refusal to fall into carnal desire. Perhaps the other isn't the only one who was thinking too much.]
[And he's liking these new reactions. Yoo Joonghyuk tries to thrust up into his hand, and he simply loosens his grip a little to make sure it gets him nowhere. It's his turn now. He wants to do it his way.
He activates Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, deciding he needs every edge he can get in this case, and Yoo Joonghyuk's thoughts should tell him when he's doing something wrong. Then he speeds up again, giving him what he wants, the roughness he's been demanding.]
So you're impatient?
[Only to slow down again. He might be getting revenge for that teasing as well.]
[He gnashes his teeth a bit and even lets out a low growl. The grip on Kim Dokja's thighs tighten as he trues to keep his composure as well as possible.]
[This damn bastard...]
[The sudden speed up in pace managed to elicit a moan from the taller man as he desperately wants to chase that friction on his cock and glaring at the other when they decide to slow down again.]
I think I've been plenty patient. [His voice comes out hoarse.
Honestly, his thoughts are also rather useless. Unless the varying refusal to lose composure was helpful to the other. Yoo Joonghyuk and control has a rather messy history. From his stigma never letting him truly die to being forced to be nothing more than a puppet for Anna Croft to being nothing more than entertainment for Constellations; Yoo Joonghyuk held tightly onto what he could control. It also meant he struggled to let go of it or especially giving it to someone else to control.
[It's enough to know how tightly Yoo Joonghyuk is holding onto his control. It's enough to know that he really wants this. Kim Dokja allows himself to enjoy the conflict that he hears for a few moments, but he's not sure he should push this much further, not when he really wants to bring this man over the edge.]
I preferred Dokja-yah.
[He says that, and then immediately bites, harder than he'd dared before, though not nearly as hard as Yoo Joonghyuk did. Then he strokes him faster again.
He thinks he wouldn't mind spending an evening like this. With the two of them touching each other, taking their time getting to know each other, making each other feel good. But they're in an alley, not far from their companions, with only their coats underneath them. There's a chance someone will come across them any minute.
He'll stop teasing, but he lifts his head to look at Yoo Joonghyuk, hoping to see the pleasure on his face.]
[His mind blanks for a moment as he lets out a breathless moan; arch backing as waves of pleasure travel through his spine. His nails dig into pale thighs. Not hard enough to draw blood, definitely enough to leave their mark.
His eyes flutter open (when did he close them?) as he looks at the other with a slightly debauched expression; pupils blown wide and looking at the other with such want. Like the only one that existed right now was the other.]
Hah...bastard. [There was no bite in his tone. It's too breathless. Too wanting for more. It's hard to be intimidating when shivers of pleasure rack his body every so often.]
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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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This is why we need that bed, or at least a tent --
[Whatever else he'd been planning to say turns into a strained groan. He bruises easily, he wants to say. He's going to have bruises everywhere. But that definitely won't discourage this bastard, and he can't even decide if he really wants him to stop biting like that. It hurts, but it's turning him on.
He leans into him again, wraps his hand on top of Yoo Joonghyuk's as he strokes them both. He won't last long, but he wants to last a little longer.]
Are you going to -- to chase off anyone who turns up, before they can see me.
[That sounds like an impossible task, even for the protagonist. He likes the way Yoo Joonghyuk says that, though. Kim Dokja has belonged to him for over ten years already, he thinks.]
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The other had basically become his chew toy at this point.]
People should know better than to approach.
[He continues to stroke both of them at a brutal pace. At least brutal for the other who seems so sensitive to every touch he gives.] They should know better that you're my soulmate. [It comes out as a low growl.]
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It's good, because that pace is relentless. Kim Dokja can already feel himself getting close. He has barely enough brainpower left to worry about it. You're not supposed to come too soon, but this is too much, Yoo Joonghyuk is too much. He's trying to hold on.]
You --
[He comes. There's no real warning, but as come spills out he shudders again, holding onto Yoo Joonghyuk as tight as he can.]
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You should train. [He clicks his tongue.] You have no stamina you know. [Although most people wouldn't be able to hold a candle to a monster like Yoo Joonghyuk.
He raises his sticky hand to lick some of it off; eyes trained on the other. Is it unfortunate or fortunate for Kim Dokja? The man obviously still wanted more.] Is this already your limit?
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But his annoyance wins. He can hide behind that, and pretend Yoo Joonghyk is being unreasonable.]
You damn bastard…
[He forces the words out, and then gathers what strength hasn’t just been wrung out of him. He shoves forward hard, trying to get the other man on his back.]
You know I’ve never done this.
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It would be impossible for the other to shove him backwards. They both know that. Yoo joonghyuk's stats were nothing to what they will be later, but they were still rather high already. Yet, he falls back onto his back with little resistance.]
Mm? I know. You could still do with raising your stamina. [He's still smirking though.] Ah, but it seems you're also quite easy to rile up too. [Bastard.]
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[He’s getting indirect messages siding with Yoo Joonghyk, and he’s struggling to ignore them. It seems the constellations are disappointed in his performance. Well, he didn’t do it for them.
He straddles Yoo Joonghyk, one hand on his shoulder to hold him down, while the other reaches for his cock again.]
It’s not like we’re done.
[He’ll start stroking him off, roughly, his embarrassment still clear on his face.]
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[He could easily overpower the other and he knows both of them know this. He wonders if the other is too distracted to remember that bit of information though. It really is no consequence though as he can look at the other and soak in their appearance. That determined scowl and flushed embarrassment was really quite cute.
He lets out a low groan as the other resumes stroking him. He grips Kim Dokja's thighs firmly. There was something rather alluring about looking at the other, especially naked. Perhaps it's because their skin was still smooth and unblemished of scars next to his own that had been roughened and marred with many. There were so many contrasting elements between them.]
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[His tone is demanding, but not very confident. He suspects he'll need more than a few more times to learn how to keep up with this man, who is being way too smug about this.
He wants to shut him up, and the only way he can think of to do that is to make him feel good. He keeps stroking him off, slowing down but keeping his grip firm, testing his reactions. He leans forward, bending double - it's his turn now to experiment with pressing kisses all over Yoo Joonghyuk's chest, occasionally nipping, occasionally being a little bit rougher, though not nearly as rough as Yoo Joonghyuk had been.]
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[It didn't matter how bad or good the other was at this nor about if they could keep up with him. Every touch from the other set his skin ablaze and made him yearn for more and the smaller man was a solid weight that kept him very much grounded.
He growls a little as the other slows down and he can't help but thrust a few times into that warm hand; desperately wanting more friction. Was the other purposely trying to rile him up?] Don't you think you're going a little too slow? [He grits it out because he can feel his control start to fray and his want for more was fighting with his refusal to fall into carnal desire. Perhaps the other isn't the only one who was thinking too much.]
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[And he's liking these new reactions. Yoo Joonghyuk tries to thrust up into his hand, and he simply loosens his grip a little to make sure it gets him nowhere. It's his turn now. He wants to do it his way.
He activates Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, deciding he needs every edge he can get in this case, and Yoo Joonghyuk's thoughts should tell him when he's doing something wrong. Then he speeds up again, giving him what he wants, the roughness he's been demanding.]
So you're impatient?
[Only to slow down again. He might be getting revenge for that teasing as well.]
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[This damn bastard...]
[The sudden speed up in pace managed to elicit a moan from the taller man as he desperately wants to chase that friction on his cock and glaring at the other when they decide to slow down again.]
I think I've been plenty patient. [His voice comes out hoarse.
Honestly, his thoughts are also rather useless. Unless the varying refusal to lose composure was helpful to the other. Yoo Joonghyuk and control has a rather messy history. From his stigma never letting him truly die to being forced to be nothing more than a puppet for Anna Croft to being nothing more than entertainment for Constellations; Yoo Joonghyuk held tightly onto what he could control. It also meant he struggled to let go of it or especially giving it to someone else to control.
He wanted this so damn bad though.] Kim DOkja.
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I preferred Dokja-yah.
[He says that, and then immediately bites, harder than he'd dared before, though not nearly as hard as Yoo Joonghyuk did. Then he strokes him faster again.
He thinks he wouldn't mind spending an evening like this. With the two of them touching each other, taking their time getting to know each other, making each other feel good. But they're in an alley, not far from their companions, with only their coats underneath them. There's a chance someone will come across them any minute.
He'll stop teasing, but he lifts his head to look at Yoo Joonghyuk, hoping to see the pleasure on his face.]
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[His mind blanks for a moment as he lets out a breathless moan; arch backing as waves of pleasure travel through his spine. His nails dig into pale thighs. Not hard enough to draw blood, definitely enough to leave their mark.
His eyes flutter open (when did he close them?) as he looks at the other with a slightly debauched expression; pupils blown wide and looking at the other with such want. Like the only one that existed right now was the other.]
Hah...bastard. [There was no bite in his tone. It's too breathless. Too wanting for more. It's hard to be intimidating when shivers of pleasure rack his body every so often.]
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