[ Now, it feels easier for Myung to let himself go. The vice grip he was keeping himself in releases, and he lets out a slow, deep breath, wrapping an arm around Sage's stomach and pulling him closer, pulling him to lie down on top of him, Myung's chest sticking to Sage's back with sweat. He moans when Sage clenches, his eyes closing tight as a shiver runs through his whole body, fingers squeezing Sage's.
He can feel where Sage's piercings are touching him, and he turns his head a little, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead as he noses at the shell of Sage's ear. ]
I didn't hurt you, did I?
[ He doesn't know if Sage even wants to hear the softness in his tone, right now, or if he just wants to pull back, put his pants on, move on, the urge satisfied. Myung's heart is beating too fast in his chest, making him feel like he might be sick if Sage did that. ]
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He can feel where Sage's piercings are touching him, and he turns his head a little, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead as he noses at the shell of Sage's ear. ]
I didn't hurt you, did I?
[ He doesn't know if Sage even wants to hear the softness in his tone, right now, or if he just wants to pull back, put his pants on, move on, the urge satisfied. Myung's heart is beating too fast in his chest, making him feel like he might be sick if Sage did that. ]