Eunhyuk barely finishes whimpering Luke's name when he's finally, finally rewarded, his whole body shuddering as Luke moves -- lifting then thrusting -- and the culmination of it all is exhilarating, made even better by Luke moaning into his ear, a sound Eunhyuk could drown in. but he has so many to choose from -- a veritable ocean, like Luke is the tide pulling him, as his grip tightens around his cock -- and Eunhyuk is no longer stifling any of the feverish noises he's making, incoherent in his desire.
because this is desire, the stars in his veins turning into light with every purposeful stroke of Luke's hand and thrust of his cock and his warm lips on skin murmuring the words 'i love you' 'forever' like he still wants him and always will. It's only when Eunhyuk's on the brink just like this that he thinks about how desire really is transformation, that he is changed, no longer the old self that he'd clung onto out of fear of turning into a monster, but someone purely better. someone ordinary, lucky enough to love and be loved in return, and if that love changes him -- then so be it, it's what he wants, as long as it's Luke making him change.
he turns his head, desperate to reach Luke's lips, not so much as kissing but smearing his mouth against Luke's as he bites and licks and gasps -- and for someone who barely expresses any emotion -- he's all emotion now, brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, one hand pressed against Luke's over his throat, the other curled around Luke's wrist as he jerks, crying out, this time not so much shattering than being entirely unmade.
the strength leaves him in waves, buoyed by pleasure, and the slow satisfaction of having had his brains fucked out so that he can't string a single thought beyond the person he's been thinking of this entire time, of how much he wants Luke to feel it too, that crescendo of feeling --]
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Eunhyuk barely finishes whimpering Luke's name when he's finally, finally rewarded, his whole body shuddering as Luke moves -- lifting then thrusting -- and the culmination of it all is exhilarating, made even better by Luke moaning into his ear, a sound Eunhyuk could drown in. but he has so many to choose from -- a veritable ocean, like Luke is the tide pulling him, as his grip tightens around his cock -- and Eunhyuk is no longer stifling any of the feverish noises he's making, incoherent in his desire.
because this is desire, the stars in his veins turning into light with every purposeful stroke of Luke's hand and thrust of his cock and his warm lips on skin murmuring the words 'i love you' 'forever' like he still wants him and always will. It's only when Eunhyuk's on the brink just like this that he thinks about how desire really is transformation, that he is changed, no longer the old self that he'd clung onto out of fear of turning into a monster, but someone purely better. someone ordinary, lucky enough to love and be loved in return, and if that love changes him -- then so be it, it's what he wants, as long as it's Luke making him change.
he turns his head, desperate to reach Luke's lips, not so much as kissing but smearing his mouth against Luke's as he bites and licks and gasps -- and for someone who barely expresses any emotion -- he's all emotion now, brows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut and lips parted, one hand pressed against Luke's over his throat, the other curled around Luke's wrist as he jerks, crying out, this time not so much shattering than being entirely unmade.
the strength leaves him in waves, buoyed by pleasure, and the slow satisfaction of having had his brains fucked out so that he can't string a single thought beyond the person he's been thinking of this entire time, of how much he wants Luke to feel it too, that crescendo of feeling --]