[ there is breathless laughter to that, though the witch doesn't manage to actually say anything because then Myung is pressing kisses against his skin and a third finger in and fuckfuckfuck it's so good and just shy of not enough. his whole body is shaking, wound tight with emotions and pleasure as he let's everything just wash over him, hips starting to jerk back against Myung until he is panting and keening and--]
Fuck, Myung, please, just--- fuck!
[ when Myung pushes in, finally, Sage loses his grip on the piano and the air is filled with the discordant noise of this arms scrambling to find purchase against the keys. it at least kind of muffles the other noises that he makes, wanting and shaken and rough.
but it's good, so fucking good. this is exactly what he wanted, exactly why he sought out Myung. because he isn't being too soft or careful, but there is still something caring about it all.
it's exactly what he needs.]
Fuck yes, gods you feel so fucking good Myung. Fuck I just-- [ a low moan as he arches, rolls his hips back as best he can and shakes at how much he feels.]
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Fuck, Myung, please, just--- fuck!
[ when Myung pushes in, finally, Sage loses his grip on the piano and the air is filled with the discordant noise of this arms scrambling to find purchase against the keys. it at least kind of muffles the other noises that he makes, wanting and shaken and rough.
but it's good, so fucking good. this is exactly what he wanted, exactly why he sought out Myung. because he isn't being too soft or careful, but there is still something caring about it all.
it's exactly what he needs.]
Fuck yes, gods you feel so fucking good Myung. Fuck I just-- [ a low moan as he arches, rolls his hips back as best he can and shakes at how much he feels.]