[ this is exactly what he needed. to be completely torn apart with pleasure and fucked until he couldn't think, couldn't worry beyond his physical self. was caught up in the bruises that would bloom on his hips and the marks that would rise on his back. this was fucking perfect. and it is clear he is enjoying it because he can't stop the noises form spilling out of his mouth.
quiet moans and sharp 'ah's that are punctuated with Myung's name as he shakes beneath the onslaught of pleasure. he can feel his legs shaking, burning as he tries to hold himself up despite the orgasm that he can feel snaking through his veins. leaning down, he presses his face against the cool, smooth surface of the piano.]
Yes, fuck yes Myung. This is-- just wanted you. All you. I just-- I can't--- [ the words are thin, gasped as he trembles and all but goes limp in his hold, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck back on his cock or into his fingers so he just-- lets Myung decide. focuses on not falling off the bench as he gasps and pants. pleads with every movement for whatever Myung will give him.]
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quiet moans and sharp 'ah's that are punctuated with Myung's name as he shakes beneath the onslaught of pleasure. he can feel his legs shaking, burning as he tries to hold himself up despite the orgasm that he can feel snaking through his veins. leaning down, he presses his face against the cool, smooth surface of the piano.]
Yes, fuck yes Myung. This is-- just wanted you. All you. I just-- I can't--- [ the words are thin, gasped as he trembles and all but goes limp in his hold, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to fuck back on his cock or into his fingers so he just-- lets Myung decide. focuses on not falling off the bench as he gasps and pants. pleads with every movement for whatever Myung will give him.]