[ Sage has always been the kind of person to depend on the phyical to get him out of his own head. whether it was throwing himself into spellcasting or throwing himself into the bar scene and the willing bodies that were there, this was what he knew to make everything stop. to calm everything down.
all the witch knows is that he wound too tight, that his thoughts won't give him peace, and he trusts Myung to take care of him. a thought that is reinforced when he asks that, easy and whisper quiet against his mouth.
there is a need in his bones, white hot, and the thought of Myung pressing him over the bench, tangling those fingers in his hair and just fucking him is exactly what he needs. the thought alone makes him whine, nips at lips that are close enough and arches up into the heat of his body.]
No, no I don't. Fuck, want you to fuck me hard enough that I feel it for days, until I shake apart from the force of you.
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all the witch knows is that he wound too tight, that his thoughts won't give him peace, and he trusts Myung to take care of him. a thought that is reinforced when he asks that, easy and whisper quiet against his mouth.
there is a need in his bones, white hot, and the thought of Myung pressing him over the bench, tangling those fingers in his hair and just fucking him is exactly what he needs. the thought alone makes him whine, nips at lips that are close enough and arches up into the heat of his body.]
No, no I don't. Fuck, want you to fuck me hard enough that I feel it for days, until I shake apart from the force of you.
[ stop me from thinking. ]