β look at that pretty expression. i always knew you could make one. β // from saeyoung!
to display such a loss of control, to allow himself to express how good he feels -- it is something vanderwood feels the need to fight against, even in this moment, even when he trusts saeyoung so much. half the fun is making saeyoung work for it, isn't it? isn't half the fun in goading saeyoung to work harder, to pin him down and go deeper, to hold both vanderwood's wrists in his grasp and go harder, deeper, to give him more, more--
vanderwood has been biting his lip, holding back any noises he can -- truthfully, he would be biting his own hand, had he been able, but instead he turns his head to the side, trying to bury his face into his own shoulder, into the blanket, but he can't.
instead, as saeyoung grinds against him, slowly, hitting just the right spot instead him, a tiny moan escapes vanderwood, brows furrowing. he tries his best to fight the noise down, to bite it back, but-- oh, it just feels so good.
vanderwood twists in saeyoung's grasp, unsure if he is trying to get more, or to get away from the pleasure. saeyoung's grip holds him in place, their hips pressed flush, fingernails biting into vanderwood's wrists, and oh, that adds to the sensation that threatens to overwhelm vanderwood.
and then: praise, saeyoung saying look at that pretty expression--
vanderwood arches up into saeyoung, moan escaping him as he is praised. he finds himself rolling his hips, fucking himself on saeyoung, trying to get more, more.
" please-- " it is half-whimpered, something vanderwood would be loathe to admit to later. " please, i need-- " vanderwood stops himself, hands twisting in saeyoung's grasp, reaching for something, anything, to steady himself.
brows knitting together, vanderwood's lips fall open into a pretty little oh-- as saeyoung pulls back, thrusting into him harder, harder, fucking the breath out of him, vanderwood's mind beginning to blank as the pleasure mounts.
" th-- thank you, " the words are half-swallowed into a breathless plea, vanderwood's nails digging into saeyoung's fingers as he tries to ground himself. " oh, god, thank you--!! "