[ Sage can feel Myung working a mark into his skin, shakes with how he keeps him still and stops him from rolling his hips and taking the pleasure that he wants so badly. there is tension in Sage's muscles still, this desire to move and take and demand, but-- the longer Myung holds him like that (seconds, minutes, he has no idea), the more that tension seeps out of him, leaving Sage with his head hanging low and quiet keens falling from his lips.
and then Myung moves.
there are times when Sage is a quiet lover, just gasps and pants and soft noises, but then there are times like this where he can't seem to keep his mouth shut. where every roll of Myung's hips, every slide of his cock inside him, brings out another noise from Sage. the witch is moaning Myung's name between gasps, the occasional jarring noise of a piano key being hit only adding to it all. Myung is everywhere and it is exactly what Sage needs.]
Myung, Myung! Fuck, that's-- so good.
[ the words are breathless, strained and it raises in pitch, becomes almost a whine, when he feels his hand on his cock. but he doesn't kick into it, doesn't demand more, just-- takes what Myung is giving him and sinks into it.]
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and then Myung moves.
there are times when Sage is a quiet lover, just gasps and pants and soft noises, but then there are times like this where he can't seem to keep his mouth shut. where every roll of Myung's hips, every slide of his cock inside him, brings out another noise from Sage. the witch is moaning Myung's name between gasps, the occasional jarring noise of a piano key being hit only adding to it all. Myung is everywhere and it is exactly what Sage needs.]
Myung, Myung! Fuck, that's-- so good.
[ the words are breathless, strained and it raises in pitch, becomes almost a whine, when he feels his hand on his cock. but he doesn't kick into it, doesn't demand more, just-- takes what Myung is giving him and sinks into it.]