the wine has settled in his stomach, leaving eyes partially hooded, and a certain yearning eating at him. he's glad to know sang-woo had been on the same page, glad to let him take his hand and pull him towards the bedroom- away from the remnants of dinner they'll clean up later. the two far more interested in devouring each other now. each touch feels like a shock to his system, sharp and invited in. hips grind against hips, clothed until they're not- sang-woo stripping them of their garments with practiced ease, leaving them bare on the mattress. ted's hands find his back, palms splaying against his spine, holding him closer, wanting to feel all of him, especially when the other man's own hand wraps around his cock, stroking up and down- he needs more, but this feels good enough to chase, the way ted's hips roll into his fingers, says as much. his thighs part to give way to sang-woo's cock, his breath shaking as its blunt head presses against him, back arching into the feeling of his tongue encircling his nipple. " baby, please. c'mon- " tone has taken a huskier route, one filled to the brim with want. " i need you in me- "
𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗱'𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀, 𝗶 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺. there are pinpricks of sweat forming on my forehead at my hairline. it's the anticipation, the idea of fucking ted deep and hard against the mattress. i feel as if the heat of our bodies will burn us alive, and the need to be inside him is almost too much to take. my chin leans up, my mouth covering ted's, the kiss filled with desperation. my hand cards through his hair to the nape, and i yank him away from my lips, looking down at him with a gaze full of lust and thick yearning [ ... ] ❛❛ say it again. ❜❜ my voice is deep but soft, rough from the ache. i want him [ ... ] but i also want to tease him. ted looks so pretty while begging, his face flush. my lips curl upward, and i reach onto my nightstand for a small bottle of lubricant. ❛❛ i told you to say it again. ❜❜ i repeat, balancing myself on my knees. flipping the lubricant open with my thumb, i pour a liberal amount into my palm. slicking myself up, the sensation is good enough to cause my hips to rut forward into my hand, and i stare at ted. ❛❛ go on. ❜❜ squeezing more out of the bottle, i coat my fingers, two pressed to ted's opening. i don't enter him, not yet [ ... ] i don't want to waste it. ❛❛ come on, baby. tell me you want me to fuck you. ❜❜ my gaze flashes at the newness of this, my jaw tense.













