( breath catches in her throat — say eunyu didn't realize how touch starved she was until hyunsu handled her with a little bit of care, reminding her body that it has needs beyond caloric intake. there's a little taste of a life before everything changed, deep tissue massages and b12 shots, bloodied toes and ice baths. hyunsu doesn't manage anything like that. it's a soft touch, her muscles tense from aching pleasure, toes instinctively going en pointe on the pocket of his hip, which is something she didn't even know she could still do. when he brings her up, a soft gasp leaves her mouth, legs cinching around his waist. despite the muscles, he isn't particularly wide — her ankles lock around him, keep them sealed together. )
Uh. Yes.
( yes, a lot of yes. pressing in taunt to him makes his erection more obvious up against her, and eunyu is forced to acknowledge that even with the hoodie, she's not wearing much in the way of clothing. it's better that way, though. she likes feeling what she does to him — and likes the subtle circle of her hips as she maps it out, just slight enough to not be on purpose, though they both know it is. her core muscles all engage, flexing while her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shoulders firmly. )
Get ready.
( it's not a huge difference between sitting on the cook top, and hefting herself up in his arms — just a few inches, and then her weight is fully on him, hiking herself up for a vantage. lazily, she tugs his face up to hers again, tilting her head when she bends down to kiss him. eagerly this time, suddenly experienced, sinking her teeth into his lip and pulling. )
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Uh. Yes.
( yes, a lot of yes. pressing in taunt to him makes his erection more obvious up against her, and eunyu is forced to acknowledge that even with the hoodie, she's not wearing much in the way of clothing. it's better that way, though. she likes feeling what she does to him — and likes the subtle circle of her hips as she maps it out, just slight enough to not be on purpose, though they both know it is. her core muscles all engage, flexing while her hands slide up his chest, gripping his shoulders firmly. )
Get ready.
( it's not a huge difference between sitting on the cook top, and hefting herself up in his arms — just a few inches, and then her weight is fully on him, hiking herself up for a vantage. lazily, she tugs his face up to hers again, tilting her head when she bends down to kiss him. eagerly this time, suddenly experienced, sinking her teeth into his lip and pulling. )