( is that what she wanted? it's a little evidence against her working theory that hyunsu and her are locked in a game of kink chicken, waiting for the other to act like a coward. on the other hand, it's nothing less than enthralling — no less enthralling than it had been to feel him hard against her while they made out in the kitchen, her hands tracing the dips and heights of his face. she gives a firm, undeniable nod. )
Yeah. Good boy.
( it feels like the right thing to say. he is, after all.
she moves, settling her feet flat on the floor. it takes a little burst of intention and confidence, but eunyu eventually lifts her hands up under her dress, keeping herself concealed for the most part, but for the flash of thigh and hip as she hooks thumbs around her panties and pulls them off. nothing fancy — she hadn't intended anyone see them, so they're cotton and practical with a cherry patterned design. embarrassingly adolescent. not willing to let them get dirty, she throws them on the altar, huffing a breath, before giving her attention back to hyunsu. )
Hands. ( she demands, reaching out for them. once he gives them, she settles them on the jutting points of her hips, the fabric of her dress now the only thing that keeps him from her skin. swallowing dryly, she tilts her head. ) Who knew it was so easy to get you to behave?
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Yeah. Good boy.
( it feels like the right thing to say. he is, after all.
she moves, settling her feet flat on the floor. it takes a little burst of intention and confidence, but eunyu eventually lifts her hands up under her dress, keeping herself concealed for the most part, but for the flash of thigh and hip as she hooks thumbs around her panties and pulls them off. nothing fancy — she hadn't intended anyone see them, so they're cotton and practical with a cherry patterned design. embarrassingly adolescent. not willing to let them get dirty, she throws them on the altar, huffing a breath, before giving her attention back to hyunsu. )
Hands. ( she demands, reaching out for them. once he gives them, she settles them on the jutting points of her hips, the fabric of her dress now the only thing that keeps him from her skin. swallowing dryly, she tilts her head. ) Who knew it was so easy to get you to behave?