[MINE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A STUPID TAG BUT IT BECAME LONG AND SLUTTY INSTEAD
Eunhyuk's brain needs a second to catch up on what he realizes are Luke's INTENTIONS, since he is distracted by horny, and maybe he is stupidly competitive too at the stupidest of times, in that he doesn't immediately fold and beg Luke to bang him. IT'S FINE. HE CAN DO THIS. He'll do this and have his turn and win somehow, yeah!
except the problem with wanting to win is that Eunhyuk doesn't always want to win, the same way he isn't actually that competitive by nature. He goes along with it for the express purpose of teasing Luke, to see his cheeks puff out and his mouth slant to the side in annoyance, because every one of Luke's expressions make his heart race and drive him crazy -- and he can't help but feel a little disappointed that he can't see Luke's face now. If he closes his eyes, then he can try and imagine it -- the tilt of Luke's smile when he's amused, the furrow of his brow when he's focused, the sheen in his eyes when he looks at Eunhyuk like he loves him above all else. And now he's no longer thinking of winning and thinking only of Luke, of how intimately Luke knows his body, and how easy it would be reach that brilliant, shattering feeling a second time with Luke at the helm, and how it's not enough just to feel him --
but it's fine? Eunhyuk can put the work in -- he always has, and he always will -- like that one conversation he'd had years ago, back when all he'd had were exams and part-time jobs and someone had asked if he was seeing anyone and he'd replied with his usual dry humor -- 'yeah, work.' like work was the lover in his bed, holding him close and telling him that no matter what he does, he'll only have it forever.
and then he met Luke, who proved that wrong. the one person who means more than all of Eunhyuk's responsibilities, who could do everything work does, but better. who could be a presence without ever feeling suffocating, who could demand all of of his time and attention and he'd willingly give it, every time. work was a lover and Luke is love, everything about him -- the love he has for others, the love he's somehow miraculously decided to bestow on Eunhyuk --]
Luke...
[Eunhyuk gasps as he cants his hips, the motion bringing him closer but not quite -- and he says it again, this time frustrated and pleading, because he wants Luke more than he wants to preserve his own dignity or to tease,]
Luke. I need -- please, Luke --
[luke like get fcked and eunhyuk like okay but can you make it literal]
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Eunhyuk's brain needs a second to catch up on what he realizes are Luke's INTENTIONS, since he is distracted by horny, and maybe he is stupidly competitive too at the stupidest of times, in that he doesn't immediately fold and beg Luke to bang him. IT'S FINE. HE CAN DO THIS. He'll do this and have his turn and win somehow, yeah!
except the problem with wanting to win is that Eunhyuk doesn't always want to win, the same way he isn't actually that competitive by nature. He goes along with it for the express purpose of teasing Luke, to see his cheeks puff out and his mouth slant to the side in annoyance, because every one of Luke's expressions make his heart race and drive him crazy -- and he can't help but feel a little disappointed that he can't see Luke's face now. If he closes his eyes, then he can try and imagine it -- the tilt of Luke's smile when he's amused, the furrow of his brow when he's focused, the sheen in his eyes when he looks at Eunhyuk like he loves him above all else. And now he's no longer thinking of winning and thinking only of Luke, of how intimately Luke knows his body, and how easy it would be reach that brilliant, shattering feeling a second time with Luke at the helm, and how it's not enough just to feel him --
but it's fine? Eunhyuk can put the work in -- he always has, and he always will -- like that one conversation he'd had years ago, back when all he'd had were exams and part-time jobs and someone had asked if he was seeing anyone and he'd replied with his usual dry humor -- 'yeah, work.' like work was the lover in his bed, holding him close and telling him that no matter what he does, he'll only have it forever.
and then he met Luke, who proved that wrong. the one person who means more than all of Eunhyuk's responsibilities, who could do everything work does, but better. who could be a presence without ever feeling suffocating, who could demand all of of his time and attention and he'd willingly give it, every time. work was a lover and Luke is love, everything about him -- the love he has for others, the love he's somehow miraculously decided to bestow on Eunhyuk --]
Luke...
[Eunhyuk gasps as he cants his hips, the motion bringing him closer but not quite -- and he says it again, this time frustrated and pleading, because he wants Luke more than he wants to preserve his own dignity or to tease,]
Luke. I need -- please, Luke --
[luke like get fcked and eunhyuk like okay but can you make it literal]