[held.] sender intertwines their fingers with receivers while having sex. ♡ @openl1lly & se-mi.
it's hard not to worry about him. if this is something he truly wants, or if he merely follows through because of some foolish belief that her desire alone is paramount. but she asks, he quietly agrees, and so she relents with a soft, considerate hum. there is only so much use to come from a delay — if he's sure, he's sure. nervous flutter of her heartrate blooms within her chest, so markedly uncharacteristic. is it because of him ? sex has never been any sort of grand, all-consuming spectacle, but it is now that her lungs pull taut with each breath drawn inward. it is a cruel game; following a carefully laid itinerary of intimacy, only to be stalled by trepidation serving as flight delay. se-mi swallows, feels all hesitation travel down the column of her throat, and brings her gaze to fix squarely on min-su.
❛❛ you can go whenever. ❜❜ it's unfamiliar, the whole nervous fumbling thing: every tryst prior had been hallmarked by a sort of frenzied determination to tear cloth from skin as quickly as possible, shoving in without much consideration to chase a release that hits its nadir before it can even be thought about. now, though, with the warmth of skin-atop-skin, it is the only thing that comes to mind. she doesn't want it to. vulnerability bleeds as an icky, distant feeling — never so much cognizance spared to process that her apprehension comes from some subconscious desire of wanting this to be good, for him, and how putting herself aside in the process is counterintuitive to this very fact / press into me, the detachment insists, i like you and care about you and really like you, so i want to have sex with you.
dentition plucks softly at dry skin of her bottom lip, never a nervous habit worth squashing. se-mi does not think much of it. she doesn't want to think at all. the sensation of touch at her hand tugs her attention right back where it needs to be: min-su, of course, and how he intertwines their fingers. fond grin easily overtakes her features, and she shifts from beneath him / the gesture is gross and soft and lovely, simultaneously the exact thing she needed. ❛❛ what's that for ? ❜❜ ( she knows why. she just wants to hear him say it. )