#tracksuited

@tracksuited (cont)

many nights end this way, with finley finding sang-woo in the middle of the night, unsatisfied with his own bed and his own hand, instead needing to feel something else warm against him. sang-woo should expect it, by now, and it seems like he does, because neither of the men waste any time in talking, instead nearly ripping the clothes from each other's bodies, kissing each other like they hadn't had human touch in years. if nothing else, he could at least forget his loneliness here in sang-woo's bed, for awhile. freeing himself from the entanglement of sheets, swollen lips are removed from sang-woo's in favor of sitting up, one leg on either side of the other man's hips. fingers are wetted along his tongue, reaching behind his back to dampen his hole, stretching himself with a shuttering breath before he grows too impatient and aligns himself with sang-woo's cock. there is no pain, not with how familiar his body has become with the other's, but it does take a moment for finley to sink down far enough to to be satisfied and overcome any uncomfortability he may feel. 'jesus...' fin breathes, nearly whines, beginning to move, his hands now pressed against sang-woo's chest to keep himself steady. he didn't think anything could feel as good as having sang-woo inside of him.

all pretence was gone now, and i didn’t bother to mask the pleading look on my face as i once more met his gaze. as much as i teased, as much as i liked to push and pull and fray his edges, i really did want to please him, i wanted him to like me, i didn’t want him to get sick of me, or angry… “ do you want me to show you? do you want me to make it up to you? ” i tried to lean into him, but his hand tightened, and i let out a quiet moan of protest at the sharp pain in my scalp, and pouted up at him. “ please? ”

i was on the brink of a breakdown, and given how insistent he was being, he knew it. my legs were still shaking, my chest still heaving as i tried to catch my breath, staring up at him with desperate eyes. i had never really had a problem with stamina, but with him it was different - i needed him to touch me, even when i was trembling with overstimulation and my muscles ached. his hands pinned my wrists over my head, the weight of his body holding me down so that i couldn’t get away from him - but i didn’t want to. even though i knew i was sticky, sweaty mess, and, if his own face was anything to go by, my lips were probably swollen and red - i couldn’t imagine what he could see as he stared down at me, but i did know that i just wanted him to keep looking at me like that. somewhat automatically, i lifted my hips to press against him, just as he spoke, and his voice sent a shiver down my spine, the promise of more phrased like a threat. i let out a moan, which for a moment seemed to be the only sound i could make, and i could already feel myself getting hard again, and the sensation sent a jerk across my hips, awkward and jerky and completely beyond my control. “ please - ”      i gasped, and it was a surprise to me that my voice seemed to steady, even as it pitched up an octave in my neediness.      “ fuck me, then. i’m yours, you know i’m yours. ”       i ground up against his hips, chasing the friction that was already guiding me steadily towards the fourth orgasm of the evening. i whimpered and lifted my head to press my lips into the crook of his perfect neck, teeth grazing his perfect skin as i started to beg him, quietly, not to make me wait too long.  i knew it wouldn’t last long, he’d get tired of the anticipation, he wouldn’t necessarily give into my demands, i wouldn’t be caught in this infuriating limbo any longer. i didn’t know if he particularly enjoyed watching me come undone like this, but he was certainly very good at getting me to this point.      “ what do you want, hm? you want me to beg for you? or do you want me to shut up? ”     i pulled away from his neck, and stared into his sharp eyes, another twitch of my hips, a delicate smirk,      “ i want to pull every last drop of come from you, i want to take it all, i want you to break me. ”

the sting was still tingling across my skin, fresh and sharp as i took a few deep breaths. his voice was low, tone as calm as it ever was, and i knew he was doing it on purpose. i’d pushed him as far as i could, but despite the solid weight of his hands he still wasn’t rising to it, not properly, staring at me as if he was waiting for something - i didn’t know what it was exactly he wanted, but i had my suspicions. if he wanted me to say sorry, he’d have to endure just a little bit more of a performance. i kept my gaze on his, watching him watch me as i slid in between his legs. i made sure he saw the slight wince, made sure he heard the way my breath caught when i moved just a touch too freely. after all, i was aiming for satisfaction. i didn’t lift my hands to touch him, not yet. there were times when i wouldn’t be able to have that kind of self control - the truth was i was tactile,  i liked touching him, i liked it when he touched me, even when things weren’t going in a sexual direction it was a reminder that i was somehow getting closer to him, even if it was only for a few minutes at a time. but having only just had his palm imprinted on my ass, i was willing to behave, i just wasn’t sure how long it would last. “ so tell me again. ”       i said, in a half whisper, keeping my eyes locked on his,     “ remind me, everything’s gone all… fuzzy. ”      that was when one hand lifted, and i let my fingers hover over the bulge in his trousers, not touching, not yet…       “ you want me to deal with this, hm? ”       i leaned towards it, and my hand rested on his thigh as my lips traced his hardness through the fabric, eyelids fluttering closed for just a moment before i straightened up, withdrawing my hand back into my own lap. my eyes, however, stayed fixed on his crotch, the downward cast, i hoped, doing very little to hide the want that gleamed in them. “ i promise i’ll listen this time. ”

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