[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.]
[Seeing Yoo Joonghyuk like this is better than he could have imagined. He's doing this to him. He's clearly doing something right. He feels a little breathless again himself, just watching him, and all he can think is that he needs to make that happen again.
So he likes it rough, and he likes pain. Biting him again would mean taking his eyes off him. He leans forward slightly as he keeps stroking him, and with his other rand rakes his nail down across Yoo Joonghyuk's chest.]
You can make me shut up after this.
[He'll keep doing that - adding pain to pleasure - if that's what Yoo Joonghyuk wants. He keeps his hand moving quickly, wondering at this man's stamina, impressed that he's still holding back when he could just let go.]
[Yoo Joonghyuk can't help the shivers that go through his body as he feels nails against bare skin.
One of the hands gripping Kim Dokja's thighs move up to sit on the back of that thin neck so he can drag the other into a messy kiss. He looks at the other with hazy eyes and the kiss is sloppy with his groans muffled as he fills every sense with the other.
The longer they go, the less coherent Yoo Joonghyuk's thoughts become until all that seems to be on his mind is Kim Dokja and his name. It's so easy to buck into that hand and chase the feeling. To slowly unravel for the other and only for the other.]
[Kim Dokja doesn't resist the kiss, even if that means he can no longer touch his chest, and even if it means continuing to jerk him off gets awkward. He'll manage. He doesn't want to stop stimulating him for even a second.]
Keep calling me that.
[He nips at his lips and tongue, only thinking about pushing Yoo Joonghyuk over the edge. He might not have any experience, but as soon as he learns a trick, he'll keep using it. He shifts his hips to give his hand more room to work between them, and starts jerking him even faster.
He wants to do this. He wants to know that he can do this. He wants to see this man lose himself in this.]
[His mind doesn't even register Kim Dokja's words. He's too deep into chasing that pleasure that shoots through his spine. Too drunk on the other.
He moans the other's name out when he comes. His mind blanks as he makes a mess onto both of their torsos and rides out his climax. His grip on both Kim Dokja's thigh and neck will probably bruise with how he digs his fingers into the flesh; only loosening once he's completely spent.
Eyes flutter open as he looks at the other dazedly and there's something soft and fond about his gaze.]
[He hisses in slight pain at the tight grip, but he doesn't mind, he's going to have enough bruises either way. And nothing has ever been so satisfying as seeing Yuu Yoonghyuk finally pushed over that edge, pleasure taking control of his body, all because of Kim Dokja's touch.
He feels like he should be smug, but when Yoo Joonghyuk opens his eyes to look at him, embarrassment catches him by surprise. He drops his gaze and smiles.]
[He didn’t care about Kim Dokja’s inexperience in these moments. Not when the other was a solid weight on top of him. They’d have to clean up soon and get dressed again, but they had time right now.
Instead, he merely snakes his arms around the other and presses his face against that mop of dark hair; nuzzling the other.
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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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So he likes it rough, and he likes pain. Biting him again would mean taking his eyes off him. He leans forward slightly as he keeps stroking him, and with his other rand rakes his nail down across Yoo Joonghyuk's chest.]
You can make me shut up after this.
[He'll keep doing that - adding pain to pleasure - if that's what Yoo Joonghyuk wants. He keeps his hand moving quickly, wondering at this man's stamina, impressed that he's still holding back when he could just let go.]
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One of the hands gripping Kim Dokja's thighs move up to sit on the back of that thin neck so he can drag the other into a messy kiss. He looks at the other with hazy eyes and the kiss is sloppy with his groans muffled as he fills every sense with the other.
The longer they go, the less coherent Yoo Joonghyuk's thoughts become until all that seems to be on his mind is Kim Dokja and his name. It's so easy to buck into that hand and chase the feeling. To slowly unravel for the other and only for the other.]
[Dokja. Dokja-yah.]
[He's so damn close.]
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Keep calling me that.
[He nips at his lips and tongue, only thinking about pushing Yoo Joonghyuk over the edge. He might not have any experience, but as soon as he learns a trick, he'll keep using it. He shifts his hips to give his hand more room to work between them, and starts jerking him even faster.
He wants to do this. He wants to know that he can do this. He wants to see this man lose himself in this.]
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He moans the other's name out when he comes. His mind blanks as he makes a mess onto both of their torsos and rides out his climax. His grip on both Kim Dokja's thigh and neck will probably bruise with how he digs his fingers into the flesh; only loosening once he's completely spent.
Eyes flutter open as he looks at the other dazedly and there's something soft and fond about his gaze.]
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He feels like he should be smug, but when Yoo Joonghyuk opens his eyes to look at him, embarrassment catches him by surprise. He drops his gaze and smiles.]
How was that?
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[He didn’t care about Kim Dokja’s inexperience in these moments. Not when the other was a solid weight on top of him. They’d have to clean up soon and get dressed again, but they had time right now.
Instead, he merely snakes his arms around the other and presses his face against that mop of dark hair; nuzzling the other.
Apparently, Yoo Joonghyuk was a cuddler.]