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who knew that the shy, soft-spoken man would be like this in bed?
you certainly didn't. not when yuta used to look at you like eye contact alone might burn him. not when his touches were fleeting, almost hesitant.
but now? now, with his hand is at your throat, thumb resting just beneath your jaw, tilting your head back so you have no choice but to look at him?
“keep your eyes on me,” he murmurs. his voice is still soft.
you swallow, breath catching, because he’s watching you so closely, like every little reaction matters.
“you get shy now?” he asks quietly, almost curious, brushing his thumb just slightly higher, enough to make your breath stutter. “after everything you were doing earlier?”
your face burns. you try to turn away, instinct more than anything, but his grip tightens just enough to stop you.
“ah,” he exhales softly. “no. don’t hide.”
he leans in, lips brushing yours but not quite kissing you, holding you there so his breath ghosts over your mouth.
“say you want it,” he whispers.
your heart stumbles and you don’t even have time to think before his thumb presses just a little firmer under your jaw, holding you there, keeping your gaze locked on his.
“don’t think,” he murmurs, softer now, like he’s coaxing something fragile out of you. “just tell me.”
your lips part, but nothing comes out. he watches you for a second longer, then something in his expression shifts gently. “okay,” he breathes. “i’ll help.”
his hand slides from your throat to your wrists, to your tits, to your waist, guiding slowly, showing you what he wants without forcing it, his eyes never leaving yours as your breath starts to come uneven.
he pauses immediately, waits.
you swallow, chest rising too fast, and whisper, "i want it."
yuta's fingers tighten for a split second before relaxing again, exhaling like he's been holding himself back this whole time.
“good,” he says, barely above a breath.
when he kisses you, it’s deeper, hungrier, and he pushes his tongue into your mouth, swallowing your quiet, needy sounds. his hand returns to your throat, brushing the skin gently.
“you’re so responsive,” he murmurs against your lips, voice dipping softer, almost dazed. “every little thing…”
your head spins, and you shift your hips against him more, pressing your core against his cock, rubbing. desperate for more.
his forehead presses to yours for a second. “y-you don’t know what that does,” he mumbles under his breath. for a moment, the shy man you knew flickers back into place.
but then his hand slides down your arm again, steadying, guiding, reminding you exactly where he wants you.
“stay with me,” he murmurs, softer again, brushing his lips against yours, kissing you softly. “don’t run away.”
his thumb tilts your chin just enough to keep your eyes on him.
