[ Sage's words go straight down to Myung's dick, no passing go, and he surges forward, one hand wrapped tight around the back of Sage's neck, the other popping open his jeans, sliding in without preamble and wrapping around Sage, index running down the rungs of his piercing, and back up. The kiss is biting, demanding, Myung only teasing for a moment before he pulls his hand out and shoves Sage's jeans down, leaving them just under his ass. They're tight enough that he can guess the denim will bite into Sage's skin, but he doubts he'll mind.
When he breaks the kiss, he bites at Sage's earlobe. ]
Turn around. One knee on the bench. Lean over. Brace yourself on the piano if you need. Just. Ass out.
[ Myung does, most definitely, have the vague shape of a plan in mind, to be sure to drive Sage right out of his mind. And hopefully he'll hear it in more ways than one - the fall board of the piano being open, if Sage lets a hand slip anywhere near the keyboard, well.
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When he breaks the kiss, he bites at Sage's earlobe. ]
Turn around. One knee on the bench. Lean over. Brace yourself on the piano if you need. Just. Ass out.
[ Myung does, most definitely, have the vague shape of a plan in mind, to be sure to drive Sage right out of his mind. And hopefully he'll hear it in more ways than one - the fall board of the piano being open, if Sage lets a hand slip anywhere near the keyboard, well.
They'll be making some music together. ]