[ Myung has to gasp against Sage's lips, if only because he is so ridiculously good at this, but he knows - he knows that, right now, he needs to keep a semblance of control, because he isn't sure Sage has it. It's up to Myung, and it's hard, no pun intended.
When he pulls back from the kiss, he's breathing hard, eyes barely open, his hands still on Sage's face. ]
If we're - gonna do this, let's not. Not here.
[ Myung might be discovering himself some voyeuristic tendencies, but he's not an exhibitionist. If he's to get Sage off, he'd rather do it in private. And sure, sure it's a bad idea, it's a terrible fucking idea, because Sage is hurting, but Myung is not going to begrudge his coping mechanisms. He slides his lips along Sage's cheek, to his ear, whispering - ]
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When he pulls back from the kiss, he's breathing hard, eyes barely open, his hands still on Sage's face. ]
If we're - gonna do this, let's not. Not here.
[ Myung might be discovering himself some voyeuristic tendencies, but he's not an exhibitionist. If he's to get Sage off, he'd rather do it in private. And sure, sure it's a bad idea, it's a terrible fucking idea, because Sage is hurting, but Myung is not going to begrudge his coping mechanisms. He slides his lips along Sage's cheek, to his ear, whispering - ]
What about I suck you off against the piano?
[ At least it's in a room that locks. ]