But for now, it takes almost nothing for Luke to follow Eunhyuk over that edge, just like he'd follow him anywhere else. But this is so much sweeter than fighting at the gates of hell, or even after it, when Eunhyuk's kisses had been bruising with anger and fear, when his hands had said don't leave me even when his voice said you shouldn't have come. Luke's only regret is that this isn't the perfect angle to see Eunhyuk's expression when he lets go a second time, helpless and overwhelmed--but what he can see is breathtaking, and the way Eunhyuk shakes apart in his arms is more than enough to make up for the rest.
For Luke, it's the way Eunhyuk clings to him, even mindless with pleasure. The way Eunhyuk's nails dig into his wrist, as if holding him in place against the arch of his neck, Eunhyuk's adam's apple dancing against his fingers with every gasp and shout. The way he strains to catch Luke's mouth, so openly needy, begging wordlessly to be kissed through the heights of his pleasure. Luke is utterly powerless to resist him, consumed by the need to give Eunhyuk everything he wants and more, more, more. Eunhyuk's body demands the last of Luke's self-control, and Luke would give him all of it every single day of their lives if he asked--but he'll settle for handing it over now, burying himself in Eunhyuk's heat one last time with a sharp curse that he gasps into Eunhyuk's mouth.
No matter how many times they make love, it feels blindingly new, and this is no exception. Luke's temporarily lost the capacity to think coherent thoughts, but he doesn't need them to know that he wants to stay just like this, basking in the way all of his senses are flooded with Eunhyuk. He moans softly, letting go of Eunhyuk's cock to wrap his arm around his waist instead, and gives in to the urge to press impossibly closer, rocking his hips just a little more, as if he simply can't stop even when they're both incandescent with pleasure.
Eventually, he regains enough sense to feel Eunhyuk go boneless. It makes him want to tighten his hold even more, like he might be able to press Eunhyuk all the way into his heart and compress them into a single being if only he clings hard enough. But his limbs are quickly turning to liquid too, and it's really all he can do to lower Eunhyuk to the bed, kissing him softly, languidly, as they catch their breath.]
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But for now, it takes almost nothing for Luke to follow Eunhyuk over that edge, just like he'd follow him anywhere else. But this is so much sweeter than fighting at the gates of hell, or even after it, when Eunhyuk's kisses had been bruising with anger and fear, when his hands had said don't leave me even when his voice said you shouldn't have come. Luke's only regret is that this isn't the perfect angle to see Eunhyuk's expression when he lets go a second time, helpless and overwhelmed--but what he can see is breathtaking, and the way Eunhyuk shakes apart in his arms is more than enough to make up for the rest.
For Luke, it's the way Eunhyuk clings to him, even mindless with pleasure. The way Eunhyuk's nails dig into his wrist, as if holding him in place against the arch of his neck, Eunhyuk's adam's apple dancing against his fingers with every gasp and shout. The way he strains to catch Luke's mouth, so openly needy, begging wordlessly to be kissed through the heights of his pleasure. Luke is utterly powerless to resist him, consumed by the need to give Eunhyuk everything he wants and more, more, more. Eunhyuk's body demands the last of Luke's self-control, and Luke would give him all of it every single day of their lives if he asked--but he'll settle for handing it over now, burying himself in Eunhyuk's heat one last time with a sharp curse that he gasps into Eunhyuk's mouth.
No matter how many times they make love, it feels blindingly new, and this is no exception. Luke's temporarily lost the capacity to think coherent thoughts, but he doesn't need them to know that he wants to stay just like this, basking in the way all of his senses are flooded with Eunhyuk. He moans softly, letting go of Eunhyuk's cock to wrap his arm around his waist instead, and gives in to the urge to press impossibly closer, rocking his hips just a little more, as if he simply can't stop even when they're both incandescent with pleasure.
Eventually, he regains enough sense to feel Eunhyuk go boneless. It makes him want to tighten his hold even more, like he might be able to press Eunhyuk all the way into his heart and compress them into a single being if only he clings hard enough. But his limbs are quickly turning to liquid too, and it's really all he can do to lower Eunhyuk to the bed, kissing him softly, languidly, as they catch their breath.]