( it feels good, actually. strangely. eunyu doesn't exactly relish the feeling of anyone on top of her, but hyunsu's weight is a welcome additive, one she finds herself reaching for more of, hands cupping his face, dragging him in closer. implicit trust is so sewn into her when it comes to hyunsu, she doesn't even panic, doesn't even think to. a lifetime of ballet practice has seen eunyu retain flexibility and strength — her legs pin easily towards her chest, no resistance found.
anyway, making him close his eyes seems silly all of a sudden. she can hear the hesitation in his voice and know that it's her fault for putting it there, letting doubt creep in where her own discomfort took root. it's not like she actually thinks hyunsu won't like what he sees, and not like she'd want to fuck him if he didn't. she's just never been naked in front of anyone before — but, as mentioned, this is hyunsu. it's different. )
You can open. ( whispered out. she's pulled hyunsu close enough to her now that her breath is on him, a slightly shy smile on her face. a hand palms down his side, just to feel his muscles flex when he pushes forward. ) Go harder. I'm not delicate.
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( it feels good, actually. strangely. eunyu doesn't exactly relish the feeling of anyone on top of her, but hyunsu's weight is a welcome additive, one she finds herself reaching for more of, hands cupping his face, dragging him in closer. implicit trust is so sewn into her when it comes to hyunsu, she doesn't even panic, doesn't even think to. a lifetime of ballet practice has seen eunyu retain flexibility and strength — her legs pin easily towards her chest, no resistance found.
anyway, making him close his eyes seems silly all of a sudden. she can hear the hesitation in his voice and know that it's her fault for putting it there, letting doubt creep in where her own discomfort took root. it's not like she actually thinks hyunsu won't like what he sees, and not like she'd want to fuck him if he didn't. she's just never been naked in front of anyone before — but, as mentioned, this is hyunsu. it's different. )
You can open. ( whispered out. she's pulled hyunsu close enough to her now that her breath is on him, a slightly shy smile on her face. a hand palms down his side, just to feel his muscles flex when he pushes forward. ) Go harder. I'm not delicate.