[ In the back of Myung's mind, a tiny voice tells him he should stop this. Sit Sage down, allow him to breathe, maybe play him something soothing. He's been told a few times, after all, that the part of him that's the most magic is his music. But -
But. Myung snuffs the voice out the second Sage's hands are back on him, the second he pushes these filthy words against Myung's ear. After that, it's too late; he still has a semblance of control, but it's tenuous at best as he reaches down for Sage's jeans, popping open the button as he starts pushing him back towards the piano. He wants this so bad he's aching already, and they're barely started, and sure, in a way, he feels like he's betraying Minsu, but in another, Sage is also his friend, and he's going out of his mind and he needs something. Something that Myung can give him.
Myung pulls away from Sage just enough to reach over to the side of the piano bench, to the tiny, hidden compartment there, in which rest a bunch of piano strings - even though he will never need them - alongside lube and condoms. Because of moments exactly like this. He's quick to step right back into Sage's space once he's pocketed both, and he leans close enough to kiss, but talks instead. ]
I'm guessing you don't want me to go gentle, do you?
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But. Myung snuffs the voice out the second Sage's hands are back on him, the second he pushes these filthy words against Myung's ear. After that, it's too late; he still has a semblance of control, but it's tenuous at best as he reaches down for Sage's jeans, popping open the button as he starts pushing him back towards the piano. He wants this so bad he's aching already, and they're barely started, and sure, in a way, he feels like he's betraying Minsu, but in another, Sage is also his friend, and he's going out of his mind and he needs something. Something that Myung can give him.
Myung pulls away from Sage just enough to reach over to the side of the piano bench, to the tiny, hidden compartment there, in which rest a bunch of piano strings - even though he will never need them - alongside lube and condoms. Because of moments exactly like this. He's quick to step right back into Sage's space once he's pocketed both, and he leans close enough to kiss, but talks instead. ]
I'm guessing you don't want me to go gentle, do you?