#hwansaeng

there's a look in haeun's eyes when she descends on him. it's not often that matthew finds himself speechless, lips parted and eyes lidded as he stares up at her. ( matthew isn't used to being in the position, to being at the whim of someone else. his need to take charge overpowers every other part of his brain. the more he settles, though, the more he realizes that... maybe this isn't so bad. especially if the benefits stay the same. )

hana's movements are SLOW, measured as haeun's finger curls beneath her jaw. she tilts her head upward, gaze casting down to the other as her lips curl at the edges.

❛fuck- this suits you. look at you-❜

her fingers curl against haeun's hips, her nails digging against her, aiming to be felt beneath clothing before she extends her leg, connecting her foot with the bottom of the bed with a LOUD thud.

he winces slightly as the words leave haeun's mouth. ( he knows she's not exceptionally touchy-feely, but maybe he hopes that things are different with his sister in the picture. ) lips twist, and jay shrugs a shoulder, trying to lighten the mood with his own blind optimism. ❛ i dunno, ❜ he starts. ❛ i mean, it's kinda nice when people wanna show how much they care for one another, right? ❜ he pauses, then, eyes cutting to hers as he swallows, attempts to press on with some sense of subtlety. ❛ you don't have anyone you'd want to act like that with? ❜

♫ || unprompted (sorry for the lateness)

A long exhale exited out of his nose while his shoulders drooped with the release. He already knew it was strange that Haeun would show any concern about his relationship status in regards to Valentine's Day, but the way she followed up that sentence sure was... something.

"That's my good girl."

she hums in reply, pressing the vibration from the tip of her tongue to haeun's clit. the grip on her hair has her groaning, the sound from deep in her chest where she feels the weight of her hips ride her.

@hwansaeng ; [ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

the heated kisses come to halt as she pulls back just enough to speak. her breath ghosting against their lips as a hand travels lower, stopping just below the hem of their skirt and resting on their inner thigh. sunny could hardly focus on what she said, the warmth of haeun's hand against their skin had quickly turned their mind cloudy with lust. all that managed to slip past their lips was a needy whine.

this isn't the first time they've fooled around. the first few times were messy and awkward as sunny was still hesitant to let themelf be so close to someone in any form intimacy. but they've since gotten better at keeping their abilities in check, to avoid completely draining haeun. so this time, there's no hesitation as sunny grabs ahold of her wrist, moving her hand up further below their skirt.

" ━━ that's not fair. " a whine, hands dutifully at his sides ( just where he'd been told to keep them ) as she situates herself on his lap like she owns it ━━ owns him. and really, maybe she does ━━ maybe dae-ho would be okay with that. truth be told, he'd be okay with pretty much anything haeun wanted, she didn't even have to ask ; she could just tell him and he'd say yes ma'am. anything for you !

but it's hard, you know ? keeping his hands still. he wants to reach out and touch her, grab her by the hips and move her against him just how he needs it, just how he likes. but he won't, he doesn't. because praise from haeun, being told just how good he was at listening was far better than any instant gratification he could give himself.