[ Myung might be trembling a little, too, giving himself a split second to think about how he's going to have to dismantle the piano to clean it before he stops caring about that, too taken by the sight, by the way Sage is going limp and loud and somehow even needier now than he was a moment ago.
It's a rush, and Myung moves the hand that was around his cock to wrap it around his stomach, keeping him up, muscles working with every thrust, not stopping for a second, even when Sage clenches around him, making Myung groan loudly, bite down on his back, almost like he's telling Sage to behave.
He fucking loves it, though. Sage feels so good, sounds so good, Myung doesn't want it to end but he can feel himself drawing closer, tensing as spikes of pleasure and electricity run through his body, all of it too much, too much, so much. He grunts inelegantly, pressing his face to Sage's back as he thrusts once, twice, three more times before he's coming too, slamming his hips against Sage's ass and staying there, fingers curling into Sage's hips.
He thinks he must black out himself, because, well. One moment he's standing, legs shaking, and the next he's on the floor, still inside Sage, having pulled him along as he tries to find his breathing again, sticky with sweat, his pants still halfway on. ]
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It's a rush, and Myung moves the hand that was around his cock to wrap it around his stomach, keeping him up, muscles working with every thrust, not stopping for a second, even when Sage clenches around him, making Myung groan loudly, bite down on his back, almost like he's telling Sage to behave.
He fucking loves it, though. Sage feels so good, sounds so good, Myung doesn't want it to end but he can feel himself drawing closer, tensing as spikes of pleasure and electricity run through his body, all of it too much, too much, so much. He grunts inelegantly, pressing his face to Sage's back as he thrusts once, twice, three more times before he's coming too, slamming his hips against Sage's ass and staying there, fingers curling into Sage's hips.
He thinks he must black out himself, because, well. One moment he's standing, legs shaking, and the next he's on the floor, still inside Sage, having pulled him along as he tries to find his breathing again, sticky with sweat, his pants still halfway on. ]
Jesus Christ.