[ it is almost embarrassing how quickly Myung manages to make Sage lose his usual composure this time around, how he fumbles for words and just gives up, instead moans Myung's name as he shakes from the pleasure. it's so good, just rough enough that Sage can feel it, get lost in it. and when Myung adds a finger, Sage nearly shots a curse, whole body shaking as he jerks back, trying to get more.
this is why he sought out Myung, why he trusts him so fucking much (it is a little terrifying he thinks, but the point right now is to not think so-- no), because he knows what Sage needs and doesn't try to talk him out of it. makes it better just by being here and being enough for Sage to leg go with. let Sage be Sage.
when the second finger pushes in, Sage flat out keens as his head drops forward.]
Fuck that-- gods you really have amazing fingers, shit. [ a ragged laugh.] That's good, fuck Myung, I'm good. Please, need to feel you.
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this is why he sought out Myung, why he trusts him so fucking much (it is a little terrifying he thinks, but the point right now is to not think so-- no), because he knows what Sage needs and doesn't try to talk him out of it. makes it better just by being here and being enough for Sage to leg go with. let Sage be Sage.
when the second finger pushes in, Sage flat out keens as his head drops forward.]
Fuck that-- gods you really have amazing fingers, shit. [ a ragged laugh.] That's good, fuck Myung, I'm good. Please, need to feel you.