[Imagine if Luke was like HAHA I WIN and ruined the moment
No he doesn't do that. Instead, he presses his smile into Eunhyuk's shoulder as Eunhyuk works himself up, keeping one hand around Eunhyuk's neck, the other drifting down to wrap around his cock, enough for Eunhyuk to feel it but too loose for it to be satisfying. He isn't mean enough to let the torture go on like this forever, but he does wait until Eunhyuk breaks--
Or maybe it would be more accurate to say, until he breaks, his resolve shattered by the sweet cadence of Eunhyuk's voice, the desperation in his plea. Eunhyuk pushed him and he'd risen to the challenge, but it hadn't exactly been easy to resist pressing Eunhyuk into the pillows after about five seconds--to pretend like he wasn't mesmerized by the shift of Eunhyuk's back muscles shifting in the light, like the slightest movements weren't sending sparks of lightning along his veins too. If Eunhyuk had held out just a little longer, it's entirely possible that Luke would've caved in, pinned him down, and fucked him hard enough to make them both extraordinarily glad they don't have neighbors.
But it's a moot point. And--it's a game, of course, they both know that, but Eunhyuk cries out for him, and how could he fail to answer the call? He started this to make sure Eunhyuk knows he's wanted, loved, that the place he carved for himself in Luke's heart won't ever be filled by anyone else, even if he changes his mind and leaves. To deny him now would defeat the purpose, even as a sweet form of cruelty.
He presses as close as he can, murmuring good, so good for me in Eunhyuk's ear before he finally moves his hands, wrapping his arms around Eunhyuk and pulling him up until they're both resting on their knees. He moans softly at the change, unable to resist the urge to thrust into him a few times--but he's more concerned with holding Eunhyuk as closely to him as possible, and he keeps his lips on Eunhyuk's cheekbone, unwilling to be outside of kissing distance for even a moment.]
I've got you. [And he wants to prove it, so he does, sliding his hand down to wrap around Eunhyuk's length again--better this time, matching the way he rocks into him. He makes a low sound in his throat, but he keeps talking, as if he's gotten permission, or as if he can no longer help himself.] I love you-- I want you, everything, forever--
[He wants to discover every possible way to make Eunhyuk feel good, to make a complete mental database of every single way Eunhyuk looks, sounds, act, and feels when he's at the height of his pleasure, and to use that knowledge to worship him the way he deserves. More than anything, he wants to immerse Eunhyuk in desire, until he forgets what it was like to be afraid of it.]
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No he doesn't do that. Instead, he presses his smile into Eunhyuk's shoulder as Eunhyuk works himself up, keeping one hand around Eunhyuk's neck, the other drifting down to wrap around his cock, enough for Eunhyuk to feel it but too loose for it to be satisfying. He isn't mean enough to let the torture go on like this forever, but he does wait until Eunhyuk breaks--
Or maybe it would be more accurate to say, until he breaks, his resolve shattered by the sweet cadence of Eunhyuk's voice, the desperation in his plea. Eunhyuk pushed him and he'd risen to the challenge, but it hadn't exactly been easy to resist pressing Eunhyuk into the pillows after about five seconds--to pretend like he wasn't mesmerized by the shift of Eunhyuk's back muscles shifting in the light, like the slightest movements weren't sending sparks of lightning along his veins too. If Eunhyuk had held out just a little longer, it's entirely possible that Luke would've caved in, pinned him down, and fucked him hard enough to make them both extraordinarily glad they don't have neighbors.
But it's a moot point. And--it's a game, of course, they both know that, but Eunhyuk cries out for him, and how could he fail to answer the call? He started this to make sure Eunhyuk knows he's wanted, loved, that the place he carved for himself in Luke's heart won't ever be filled by anyone else, even if he changes his mind and leaves. To deny him now would defeat the purpose, even as a sweet form of cruelty.
He presses as close as he can, murmuring good, so good for me in Eunhyuk's ear before he finally moves his hands, wrapping his arms around Eunhyuk and pulling him up until they're both resting on their knees. He moans softly at the change, unable to resist the urge to thrust into him a few times--but he's more concerned with holding Eunhyuk as closely to him as possible, and he keeps his lips on Eunhyuk's cheekbone, unwilling to be outside of kissing distance for even a moment.]
I've got you. [And he wants to prove it, so he does, sliding his hand down to wrap around Eunhyuk's length again--better this time, matching the way he rocks into him. He makes a low sound in his throat, but he keeps talking, as if he's gotten permission, or as if he can no longer help himself.] I love you-- I want you, everything, forever--
[He wants to discover every possible way to make Eunhyuk feel good, to make a complete mental database of every single way Eunhyuk looks, sounds, act, and feels when he's at the height of his pleasure, and to use that knowledge to worship him the way he deserves. More than anything, he wants to immerse Eunhyuk in desire, until he forgets what it was like to be afraid of it.]