[there's no way Do doesn't know what he's doing. not when he can see every reaction the blond makes to every single movement, the way his senses seem to depart with every new movement and sensation. something about that fact makes it somehow more enticing, more... intimate.
it doesn't really help him in finding words, though. his breaths feel so ragged, head dizzy, and still he doesn't want to stop.]
I... more...
[that's... about as much as he can gather, in the end. he can only imagine what he's going to be like when it's more than just the redhead's fingers inside him, deep and hot and thick--
subtly, he bites down on his knuckle, trying to find any way to keep his focus. it isn't helping.]
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[there's no way Do doesn't know what he's doing. not when he can see every reaction the blond makes to every single movement, the way his senses seem to depart with every new movement and sensation. something about that fact makes it somehow more enticing, more... intimate.
it doesn't really help him in finding words, though. his breaths feel so ragged, head dizzy, and still he doesn't want to stop.]
I... more...
[that's... about as much as he can gather, in the end. he can only imagine what he's going to be like when it's more than just the redhead's fingers inside him, deep and hot and thick--
subtly, he bites down on his knuckle, trying to find any way to keep his focus. it isn't helping.]