[ Myung's rarely able to keep such a hold of himself. Every time he moves, there are muffled sounds escaping him, but he keeps his lips shut, keeps his hand tight on Sage's hip, keeps his thrusts hard and deep, angling up with the goal of hitting Sage's prostate. He's very tense, shivers rushing under his skin when he moves, so sure and steady, even if, inside, he feels nothing but.
Because Sage feels incredible, all-encompassing, and Myung wants to lose himself in him, in these sensations, in everything they're doing right now. But it's dangerous, it'd be a mistake, and he knows it. This is happening because Sage is upset and needs to be driven out of his mind. Because he trusts Myung with doing this, and that's more important - trust - than Myung's stupid feelings. So he keeps himself in check and fucks Sage the way he wants to be fucked, hard and slow and deep.
His hand wraps around Sage's cock fully, fingers slotting between the piercings, thumb drawing circles around the head. ]
That what you wanted? [ He asks, breathless, raw, betraying himself a little. ]
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Because Sage feels incredible, all-encompassing, and Myung wants to lose himself in him, in these sensations, in everything they're doing right now. But it's dangerous, it'd be a mistake, and he knows it. This is happening because Sage is upset and needs to be driven out of his mind. Because he trusts Myung with doing this, and that's more important - trust - than Myung's stupid feelings. So he keeps himself in check and fucks Sage the way he wants to be fucked, hard and slow and deep.
His hand wraps around Sage's cock fully, fingers slotting between the piercings, thumb drawing circles around the head. ]
That what you wanted? [ He asks, breathless, raw, betraying himself a little. ]