the first time he takes it against his own, sunggyu can only think that woohyun's body is different. he's seen it before, and always thought it similar to his own: in shape, in form, in impression. but now that he has him under his hands he knows that there's a purpose there, roiling under woohyun's skin, that his own body lacks.
determination, sunggyu thinks, his heart shriveling and twisting in his chest. it's the only word he has to describe what he feels — what he sees — when woohyun wraps his thighs around his waist, looks up at him, and smirks.
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the first time he takes it against his own, sunggyu can only think that woohyun's body is different. he's seen it before, and always thought it similar to his own: in shape, in form, in impression. but now that he has him under his hands he knows that there's a purpose there, roiling under woohyun's skin, that his own body lacks.
determination, sunggyu thinks, his heart shriveling and twisting in his chest. it's the only word he has to describe what he feels — what he sees — when woohyun wraps his thighs around his waist, looks up at him, and smirks.
(...... i like this new rule)