[ anything, Sage likes the sounds of that. likes the ideas that it conjures up for him. so he kisses Myung harder, whine when the other pulls away and leads them out of the kitchen. as soon as they are in the other room, door shut and lock in place, Sage is pulling Myung back in, all teeth and lips as he seeks out skin beneath clothes.]

We are actually doing this, fuck, want you to have me screaming your name. Want to fuck me until I can't think of anything but how good you feel.

[ because if anyone can do that, it is Myung. if anyone can get him out of his head and into the physical, it is Myung. he already knows how good Myung is, how willing he is to go all out, knows how good Myung feels inside him, but this time he won't control the pace. will let Myung control it.

Sage groans and sinks his teeth into the curve of neck and shoulder, scrambles to pull off his shirt and then, right after, Myungs.]