[ as soon as Myung's hands are on him, Sage is groaning into the kiss, body trembling from the touch as he arches forward wanting more. there is the electric current feeling of his spells kicking in as fingers barely touch his piercings and Sage damn well near whines into the kiss. he doesn't want teasing right now, he wants something harder. something that will keep him from thinking and just let him feel.
and Myung gives him that in the next moment. the witch gasps as the kiss breaks, when he feels pinpricks of sharper pain against his earlobe and-- fuck, Myung tell him what do do with that edge to his voice is exactly what he wanted. so he turns around without any sass, without arguing or teasing, just turns and shifts enough that he can bend over the bench and get one knee on it. it isn't the most comfortable, mostly thanks to his jeans but-- fuck it, he doesn't care. he is running so fucking high right now he just needs this. now.
fingers curling into the decorative wood of the piano, Sage lets his head hang down between his shoulders and lets his spine dip without a care. when he speaks, his voice is darker, rougher.] Like this? This how you want me?
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and Myung gives him that in the next moment. the witch gasps as the kiss breaks, when he feels pinpricks of sharper pain against his earlobe and-- fuck, Myung tell him what do do with that edge to his voice is exactly what he wanted. so he turns around without any sass, without arguing or teasing, just turns and shifts enough that he can bend over the bench and get one knee on it. it isn't the most comfortable, mostly thanks to his jeans but-- fuck it, he doesn't care. he is running so fucking high right now he just needs this. now.
fingers curling into the decorative wood of the piano, Sage lets his head hang down between his shoulders and lets his spine dip without a care. when he speaks, his voice is darker, rougher.] Like this? This how you want me?