[Woahhhh, okay, okay -- that's. Okay. Koby still has a direct line to Hao's mental and emotional state, so the sudden, shattered-with-pleasure, overstimulated-but-still-wanting sense of coming (again, it's again how many times already) shoots down his spine like lightning, makes his knees buckle. He's also still mentally touching Hyunsu, and the shock of white-out arousal bleeds through, uncontrollably, transferred through him, laced with his own sudden, heated want.
Koby actually stumbles, reaches out a hand to steady himself against the wall.]
Okay. Okay, just hold on, then, it's
Hyunsu, do you want me there? [He knows Hao does, he can feel it, and the mistletoe and the ballroom and the sweet, careful caution in every move mean Koby would be -- open, at the very least, to following the hot, sticky, desperate trail of emotion to it's source. But he waits, for permission, for a request, for an invitation.]
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Date: 2025-01-16 04:13 am (UTC)Koby actually stumbles, reaches out a hand to steady himself against the wall.]
Okay. Okay, just hold on, then, it's
Hyunsu, do you want me there? [He knows Hao does, he can feel it, and the mistletoe and the ballroom and the sweet, careful caution in every move mean Koby would be -- open, at the very least, to following the hot, sticky, desperate trail of emotion to it's source. But he waits, for permission, for a request, for an invitation.]