[ Myung can't actually do much else than press closer, a hand slipping towards Sage's ass as he lifts his leg to press it against Sage's crotch tighter. His elbow almost catches the coffee mug when he does, though, and he curses, swallowing.
He curses again at Sage's words, forcing himself to pull back. ]
Fuck, anything.
[ He grabs Sage's hand, pulling him from the kitchen and across the living room to his room at the front of the house, where the piano sits in the middle, barely any other furniture aside from a bed and a couch, Myung's duffel bag of clothes shoved in a corner. He closes the door behind them, sliding the lock into place.
He really isn't that good at keeping control. ]
Half the time when I'm done playing something, I have a semi, [ Myung admits as he looks at the piano, thinks of Ros gifting it to him, thinks of Dae listening with a smile on his pretty face. ] it's going to happen a lot more if we actually do this.
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He curses again at Sage's words, forcing himself to pull back. ]
Fuck, anything.
[ He grabs Sage's hand, pulling him from the kitchen and across the living room to his room at the front of the house, where the piano sits in the middle, barely any other furniture aside from a bed and a couch, Myung's duffel bag of clothes shoved in a corner. He closes the door behind them, sliding the lock into place.
He really isn't that good at keeping control. ]
Half the time when I'm done playing something, I have a semi, [ Myung admits as he looks at the piano, thinks of Ros gifting it to him, thinks of Dae listening with a smile on his pretty face. ] it's going to happen a lot more if we actually do this.