[ Sage is nearly vibrating in his skin when the kiss breaks, lips bruised and eyes wide. he needs this-- no wants it, and knows that Myung is probably the only person he would trust in a state like this. the witch huffs, a quiet noise as he winds his fingers a little tighter, tries to shift higher up Myung's thigh to find friction.
needy.]
F-fuck. How about you fuck me over the piano bench instead?
[ or hell, he would let Myung do that right here against the counter with the coffee machines, and maybe that should be the sign that he is a little off kilter, but Sage doesn't care. shivers as he thinks about Myung pressing into him, against the bench or fuck, the wall, a door--]
no subject
needy.]
F-fuck. How about you fuck me over the piano bench instead?
[ or hell, he would let Myung do that right here against the counter with the coffee machines, and maybe that should be the sign that he is a little off kilter, but Sage doesn't care. shivers as he thinks about Myung pressing into him, against the bench or fuck, the wall, a door--]