( she watches him a little expectantly, like she's waiting for something, although she has no idea what. it's not especially hard to reason out, though. obviously what she's craving is being held or touched in some way, but when she figures that out eunyu disentangles herself instead, feeling silly, and standing up, feeling awkward about her nudity. on the altar lays her abandoned underwear, which she uses like a rag to clean up hyunsu's orgasm from her stomach and fingers, blushing profusely while she does it.
eventually she extends a hand in hyunsu's direction, making grabby fingers at him. )
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( she watches him a little expectantly, like she's waiting for something, although she has no idea what. it's not especially hard to reason out, though. obviously what she's craving is being held or touched in some way, but when she figures that out eunyu disentangles herself instead, feeling silly, and standing up, feeling awkward about her nudity. on the altar lays her abandoned underwear, which she uses like a rag to clean up hyunsu's orgasm from her stomach and fingers, blushing profusely while she does it.
eventually she extends a hand in hyunsu's direction, making grabby fingers at him. )
My dress.