[ Bam can feel heat growing inside him. Deeper and deeper, hotter and hotter. The look in Kwang's eye, his smile, the softness of his touch, it all makes fire rush through him. ]
Kwang, [ he says, no breath remaining but somehow enough for a deeply contented, shaky sort of laugh. ] The way you look. [ Bam can tell he's close now, but he'd like to wait as long as possible. If he even has a choice in the matter. ] Beautiful.
Not sure I can hold on... [ He's still hanging onto self control either way, never picking up his pace or letting his movements get any rougher. He's chasing release, but slowly. He's in that place where he could tip over the edge any second, any moment. ]
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Kwang, [ he says, no breath remaining but somehow enough for a deeply contented, shaky sort of laugh. ] The way you look. [ Bam can tell he's close now, but he'd like to wait as long as possible. If he even has a choice in the matter. ] Beautiful.
Not sure I can hold on... [ He's still hanging onto self control either way, never picking up his pace or letting his movements get any rougher. He's chasing release, but slowly. He's in that place where he could tip over the edge any second, any moment. ]