[That's it, Myung thinks, humming to himself against Sage as he keeps licking at him, fucking him with his tongue for a bit, shallow and messy and getting exactly the reactions he was hoping for. He doesn't let up at Sage's exclamations, wanting more and wanting them louder.
But he also doesn't give him the time to get too used to it, soon reaching for the lube and spreading some on his fingers as he moves back down to suck at Sage's balls, mouth replaced by one, then quickly a second finger. Sage doesn't want gentle, right now. He doesn't want to be loved, he wants to be used, and while that makes something twist in Myung's chest, not entirely pleasantly, he's also way too weak to refuse him.
The fact that he's ridiculous hard himself is only one proof of it. He gets it, is the thing, he gets wanting to lose yourself in sex, and at least, Myung is safe.
Not that he's doing this selflessly, either, sex is sex, and sex with Sage is always bound to make Myung's brain implode a little.
He pulls back for a second, breathing hard before he talks, his voice rough. ] How many fingers d'you want?
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But he also doesn't give him the time to get too used to it, soon reaching for the lube and spreading some on his fingers as he moves back down to suck at Sage's balls, mouth replaced by one, then quickly a second finger. Sage doesn't want gentle, right now. He doesn't want to be loved, he wants to be used, and while that makes something twist in Myung's chest, not entirely pleasantly, he's also way too weak to refuse him.
The fact that he's ridiculous hard himself is only one proof of it. He gets it, is the thing, he gets wanting to lose yourself in sex, and at least, Myung is safe.
Not that he's doing this selflessly, either, sex is sex, and sex with Sage is always bound to make Myung's brain implode a little.
He pulls back for a second, breathing hard before he talks, his voice rough. ] How many fingers d'you want?