( it is, she thinks, maybe the nicest thing anyone's done for her in recent times, which means eunyu doesn't fully know how to react, blinking at hyunsu with her throat bobbing. eventually, she puts her slushie down too, so she can push her arms through the oversized jacket sleeves, rolling them up to her wrists, freeing her hands, which go immediately up to hyunsu's cheeks, frozen. )
Thanks. That was ( she presses her knuckles against his neck, stealing his heat. ) really thoughtful. Very smooth.
( peeling back, she steals a nacho from his bounty, before scooping up her slushie and heading the rest of the way into the arcade. the horror: she has no idea what anything is, eyes going all around before she finds something she recognizes — a photobooth. )
Let's go there. It'll be fun.
( in theory. she at least knows how it works, directing hyunsu to enter before her and pushing him down in the seat, sparing the time it takes to set all their food on a nearby ledge before, in the cramped space, taking a seat down on his knee, and pressing the "start" button. she didn't think of poses beforehand, so the first three go by with little changes, eunyu leaning further back into hyunsu's lap every time. for the last one, she turns, bullying him into a kiss. except. even after the shutter of the picture going off, eunyu doesn't stop, tilting hyunsu's face so she can deepen it, turning around so she can straddle his lap, tongue sliding in his mouth.
the jacket move was really, really smooth, okay. )
[He blinks, a little surprised at her assessment because he wasn't really trying to be smooth. He was trying to be thoughtful, though, so he accepts the praise with a little smile.
And then...it's all kind of a blur. Eunyu in his jacket, her lips stained cherry red by her slushie, her hands against his cheek and his neck. He has half a mind to take her hand and press his lips to her fingers, but before he can do that she's leading him to the arcade and then to the photobooth.
And then she's in his lap and--did the camera go off? he's not really paying attention to anything but Eunyu--then she's kissing him and he's kissing her back because of course he is. Why wouldn't he? He pretty much always wants to kiss her. He moans softly into her mouth as he slides his tongue against hers and he can't help but want to touch her. He lifts a hand to stroke her hair.
When they inevitably have to come up for air, he's not interested in leaving, even though the machine has probably spit out their photos by now. He just nuzzles her jaw, holding her gently in his lap.]
( she really didn't mean to get carried away — although now that she's apart from him, panting a little, it's pretty obvious that a public photobooth isn't the place for it. or, well. maybe? it's private enough, the rest of the arcade only hosting a few other patrons that she saw, and full of enough 8-bit music to cover up most things. not that she's thinking about other, louder things in an expectant kind of way. it's just an observation. like looking at the split in the photobooth's curtain, where she can see no one's waiting for their turn. abruptly, she pulls the curtain the rest of the way shut, before looking back at him, a little wild in the eyes. )
Is it okay? It's risky, I know. I just, um. ( she moves against his lap, hands flattening on his chest, smoothing the shirt over his abs. eventually she gives into the impulse and just lifts up his shirt, pushing the hem into his mouth to keep it out of the way while her nails drag along the muscles his stomach, knuckles rubbing against his navel. ) Wanted, I guess.
[okay, well, actually, Hyunsu is pretty sure Eunyu pulling up his shirt and shoving it into his mouth just so she can touch him is one of the hottest things to ever happen to him. He huffs a stuttering breath around the hem of his shirt as he holds it between his teeth.
Unfortunately, it becomes obvious fairly quickly that having the hem of his shirt in his mouth makes it difficult to answer her questions or reassure her. It might also make any further kisses difficult. So, he nods once firmly and then takes the hem of his shirt in his hand and holds it up for her that way. For now. He has half a mind to just take it off, but first:]
It's okay. [He's been in this house long enough that he's not terribly worried about being caught, but he knows Eunyu was worried about that sort of thing before. There's a sort of wild desperation in her eyes and in the way she moves in his lap that he recognizes from before, in the chapel.] What do you want me to do?
( her eyes snap up a little sharply, not because she’s surprised, but because they’re on the same wavelength, now. agreed about doing this, not stopping for propriety or bad timing. she drags her fingers lazily up and down his stomach, trying to build up nerve.
not that it’s hard. she knows by now that hyunsu likes to serve, that he probably would do anything she demanded of him simply because he wants to earn her approval — and maybe in part because he wants her to feel good. safe. in control, the cards all in her hands. )
You owe me, ( she says slowly, carefully, brushing her knuckles over his jeans, mapping out his dick. ) remember? Switch places with me, and get on your knees.
[He lets out a little shuddered gasp as she traces his cock. He was already starting to strain against his pants from kissing her, but her touching him and telling him what to do makes him instantly harder.
He licks his lips and swallows dryly as he watches her. She had told him he had to earn this, he wasn't really expecting this date to be what did that, but...well. He's not complaining.]
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
[He moves to switch places with her, making sure she's settled on the bench before he sinks to his knees in front of her.]
( at this point, she's done it enough times (once) to know that domming is more about exuding the belief that every order you ever say will be followed because you said it — it's about confidence, which she really only has because she knows hyunsu wants to follow through. sitting up, she leans into his space, not kissing but close enough that their noses are in each other's field of vision while she stands up, halved over, hooking her thumbs under the short hem of her skirt to sink her panties off her hips, pinned near her thighs. eunyu wouldn't say she wore fancier underwear for hyunsu, but it's hard to be intentional about it when she's intentional about everything else she wore.
sitting back down, she presses her knees into his chest, in the small space of the booth. she's not mad about tight quarters — really, it just makes hyunsu look bigger, which is. well. she's not unaffected by it. )
Take them off. ( she fluffs up his hair, affectionately. after a second, ) And hold onto them. If you feel like jerking off, use those. You don't have to ask permission. ( pink in the cheeks, she distracts herself by peeking past the curtain again, coast still clear. ) You do have to be quiet, though. Can you do that?
[He is, for a moment, mesmerized by her. By the way occupies his space, her nose brushing lighting against his cheek, by his own awareness of exactly what she's doing. He lets out a shuddering breath as she sits down again, unable to take his eyes off her until she tells him what to do, then his eyes wander lower to her thighs where her panties sit, waiting for him.
His gaze finds its way back to her face as he starts to ease her panties gently down past her knees.]
I think so. [His voice is already husky. He's excited, but he's pretty sure he can stay quiet, if nothing else his mouth is going to be sort of occupied. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.] I've...never done this. You'll tell me what feels good?
[He sort of knows what to do because someone posted to the network about this very topic about a month ago and....well, Hyunsu read most of the responses. He's pretty sure the best way to make sure Eunyu enjoys herself is to listen to her.]
( not that she's ever done this either — far from it. the one and only time she actually managed to get intimate with someone by her own choosing, hyunsu had been an active participant to her stumbling, fumbling around. technically he has more experience than she does, but she is a little pleased despite herself, at the confirmation he hasn't done this before. not exactly possession, but not not possession either. more, eunyu's glad she's not the only one who has no idea what they're doing.
oddly, it makes her more confident. like always, she's gentle in touching hyunsu, cupping his cheek and stroking her thumb over the corner of his mouth. ) Don't worry. You're good at making me feel good.
( underwear off, she keeps one foot on the ground, the other lifting up to rest on hyunsu's shoulder. the space is tight enough she almost has her knee bent over it, hooking him in — but luckily eunyu is flexible, and unbothered by being bent by hyunsu's frame. she pushes his face a little into her inner thigh, encouraging his mouth to open and press against her skin. eunyu swallows dryly, tangling her fingers in his hair. )
We don't have time to be slow about it, or we'll get caught. ( she sinks her teeth into a lip, biting back a grin while she pulls hyunsu between her legs. ) Maybe sometime we'll make it to a bed.
[It's kind of a shame to rush it, he thinks, but he also knows she's right. Considering where they are time isn't necessarily on their side. They really do need to make it to a bed at some point.
He lets her guide him, mouthing at her inner thigh. Almost unconsciously he lifts a hand to caress her knee as he builds his confidence and his mouth finds her cunt. He's more eager than shy, but he's still a little uncertain at first, trying to be careful with how he maps her out with his tongue, listening for her cues about what works and what doesn't. Once he gets a taste for her, though, that lingering uncertainty melts away. He releases a soft groan low in his chest, finding her clit and teasing it experimentally with his tongue.]
( there hadn't really been a lot of thought into what it would actually feel like. eunyu anticipated enjoying herself of course, naturally expected it would feel good — but she overlooked the fact of how sensitive she is, having the breath knocked out of her lungs at the first swipe, instinctively scooting away from his touch. right. managing expectations, she settles back in place, tilting her hips up towards his mouth while he starts moving on her earnest. honestly, eunyu has no idea what he's doing, but there's a pool in her lower belly that feels like it's made out of molten honey, making her wet and fidgety, tightening her hold on his hair until it pulls at his roots.
she tries hard to be silent, sinking her teeth into her lips to keep them shut — but when he sucks her clit she cries out, instinctively bringing up her free hand to bite down on the sleeve of hyunsu's jacket, muffling herself. there's a halfhearted glance to the curtain, although being caught isn't really at the forefront of her mind anymore — it's all focused on the centralized spot of getting hyunsu to do that again.
when she's confident she can speak without moaning, she pets her hand gently through his hair, to get his attention. )
More of — that. Whatever that was. Do that.
( prepared this time, she slaps her hand over her mouth. )
[Hyunsu wasn't really sure what to expect, either. He didn't think about what she'd taste like or how much he'd like it or what having her writhing in her seat because of his attention would do to him. When she pulls his hair he moans softly, distantly aware that his cock is straining painfully against the fabric of his jeans. He's not really concerned about that now, though. He's too focused on Eunyu.
He hums softly in acknowledgement of what she tells him, his gaze flickering up to watch her cover her mouth. There's something about her struggling to keep herself quiet that is...extremely gratifying and any uncertainty he may have been feeling is fully stripped away. Happy to do as he's told, he does what she asks, focusing on teasing her clit with his lips and tongue, But that doesn't feel like enough. He wants to touch her, too, so he lets his hand move to caress the thigh she has flung over his shoulder.]
( it's almost drugging, the feeling. moored only by her fist in his hair, eunyu shivers against him, panting into the denim of his jacket, watching the flash of his pink tongue every time it curls around her clit. the amount of eye contact is probably weird, but she can't look away from him, pressed up against the folds of her cunt, tonguing her like he'll die without it. chest rising and falling, she whines past her muffle, eyebrows drawing together.
she pets him again, begging for a break, pulling his mouth away from her so she can smudge her arousal against his lips with her thumb, her moaning simmering down to long, labored breaths. eventually she nods, feeding him one of her fingers. )
Finger me. You — it's like this. ( eunyu twists her wrist, so she can press the pad of her fingertip against the roof of his mouth, rubbing back and forth against his hard palate. eventually, she gives him another finger — she can probably take two. three is pushing it. ) Like that. Go — go slow.
( when she's sure he gets it, she leaves him to it, sinking her teeth into the denim at her cuff. )
[He lets her pull him away with out resistance, gazing up at her a little dazed, blinking as she brushes her thumb against his glistening lips. He would not have expected his arousal to spike as powerfully as it does when she presses her fingers into his mouth, but it happens and he releases a sound that might best be described as a whimper as she rubs the roof of his mouth.
Still, he manages to focus on her words, nodding slightly as he sucks on her fingers. Yes, he can do that. He'd even been tempted before she said anything, but wasn't sure how welcome it would be. Perhaps he should have followed his instincts. When she pulls away, he leans in to kiss to her inner thigh, needy and affectionate, before he pressing a finger inside her. He goes slowly like she asked, starting with one finger to let her get used to it, gently looking for a rhythm that works for her, trying to mimic what her fingers did inside his mouth.]
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Thanks. That was ( she presses her knuckles against his neck, stealing his heat. ) really thoughtful. Very smooth.
( peeling back, she steals a nacho from his bounty, before scooping up her slushie and heading the rest of the way into the arcade. the horror: she has no idea what anything is, eyes going all around before she finds something she recognizes — a photobooth. )
Let's go there. It'll be fun.
( in theory. she at least knows how it works, directing hyunsu to enter before her and pushing him down in the seat, sparing the time it takes to set all their food on a nearby ledge before, in the cramped space, taking a seat down on his knee, and pressing the "start" button. she didn't think of poses beforehand, so the first three go by with little changes, eunyu leaning further back into hyunsu's lap every time. for the last one, she turns, bullying him into a kiss. except. even after the shutter of the picture going off, eunyu doesn't stop, tilting hyunsu's face so she can deepen it, turning around so she can straddle his lap, tongue sliding in his mouth.
the jacket move was really, really smooth, okay. )
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And then...it's all kind of a blur. Eunyu in his jacket, her lips stained cherry red by her slushie, her hands against his cheek and his neck. He has half a mind to take her hand and press his lips to her fingers, but before he can do that she's leading him to the arcade and then to the photobooth.
And then she's in his lap and--did the camera go off? he's not really paying attention to anything but Eunyu--then she's kissing him and he's kissing her back because of course he is. Why wouldn't he? He pretty much always wants to kiss her. He moans softly into her mouth as he slides his tongue against hers and he can't help but want to touch her. He lifts a hand to stroke her hair.
When they inevitably have to come up for air, he's not interested in leaving, even though the machine has probably spit out their photos by now. He just nuzzles her jaw, holding her gently in his lap.]
Eunyu?
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( she really didn't mean to get carried away — although now that she's apart from him, panting a little, it's pretty obvious that a public photobooth isn't the place for it. or, well. maybe? it's private enough, the rest of the arcade only hosting a few other patrons that she saw, and full of enough 8-bit music to cover up most things. not that she's thinking about other, louder things in an expectant kind of way. it's just an observation. like looking at the split in the photobooth's curtain, where she can see no one's waiting for their turn. abruptly, she pulls the curtain the rest of the way shut, before looking back at him, a little wild in the eyes. )
Is it okay? It's risky, I know. I just, um. ( she moves against his lap, hands flattening on his chest, smoothing the shirt over his abs. eventually she gives into the impulse and just lifts up his shirt, pushing the hem into his mouth to keep it out of the way while her nails drag along the muscles his stomach, knuckles rubbing against his navel. ) Wanted, I guess.
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Unfortunately, it becomes obvious fairly quickly that having the hem of his shirt in his mouth makes it difficult to answer her questions or reassure her. It might also make any further kisses difficult. So, he nods once firmly and then takes the hem of his shirt in his hand and holds it up for her that way. For now. He has half a mind to just take it off, but first:]
It's okay. [He's been in this house long enough that he's not terribly worried about being caught, but he knows Eunyu was worried about that sort of thing before. There's a sort of wild desperation in her eyes and in the way she moves in his lap that he recognizes from before, in the chapel.] What do you want me to do?
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not that it’s hard. she knows by now that hyunsu likes to serve, that he probably would do anything she demanded of him simply because he wants to earn her approval — and maybe in part because he wants her to feel good. safe. in control, the cards all in her hands. )
You owe me, ( she says slowly, carefully, brushing her knuckles over his jeans, mapping out his dick. ) remember? Switch places with me, and get on your knees.
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He licks his lips and swallows dryly as he watches her. She had told him he had to earn this, he wasn't really expecting this date to be what did that, but...well. He's not complaining.]
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
[He moves to switch places with her, making sure she's settled on the bench before he sinks to his knees in front of her.]
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sitting back down, she presses her knees into his chest, in the small space of the booth. she's not mad about tight quarters — really, it just makes hyunsu look bigger, which is. well. she's not unaffected by it. )
Take them off. ( she fluffs up his hair, affectionately. after a second, ) And hold onto them. If you feel like jerking off, use those. You don't have to ask permission. ( pink in the cheeks, she distracts herself by peeking past the curtain again, coast still clear. ) You do have to be quiet, though. Can you do that?
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His gaze finds its way back to her face as he starts to ease her panties gently down past her knees.]
I think so. [His voice is already husky. He's excited, but he's pretty sure he can stay quiet, if nothing else his mouth is going to be sort of occupied. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.] I've...never done this. You'll tell me what feels good?
[He sort of knows what to do because someone posted to the network about this very topic about a month ago and....well, Hyunsu read most of the responses. He's pretty sure the best way to make sure Eunyu enjoys herself is to listen to her.]
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( not that she's ever done this either — far from it. the one and only time she actually managed to get intimate with someone by her own choosing, hyunsu had been an active participant to her stumbling, fumbling around. technically he has more experience than she does, but she is a little pleased despite herself, at the confirmation he hasn't done this before. not exactly possession, but not not possession either. more, eunyu's glad she's not the only one who has no idea what they're doing.
oddly, it makes her more confident. like always, she's gentle in touching hyunsu, cupping his cheek and stroking her thumb over the corner of his mouth. ) Don't worry. You're good at making me feel good.
( underwear off, she keeps one foot on the ground, the other lifting up to rest on hyunsu's shoulder. the space is tight enough she almost has her knee bent over it, hooking him in — but luckily eunyu is flexible, and unbothered by being bent by hyunsu's frame. she pushes his face a little into her inner thigh, encouraging his mouth to open and press against her skin. eunyu swallows dryly, tangling her fingers in his hair. )
We don't have time to be slow about it, or we'll get caught. ( she sinks her teeth into a lip, biting back a grin while she pulls hyunsu between her legs. ) Maybe sometime we'll make it to a bed.
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He lets her guide him, mouthing at her inner thigh. Almost unconsciously he lifts a hand to caress her knee as he builds his confidence and his mouth finds her cunt. He's more eager than shy, but he's still a little uncertain at first, trying to be careful with how he maps her out with his tongue, listening for her cues about what works and what doesn't. Once he gets a taste for her, though, that lingering uncertainty melts away. He releases a soft groan low in his chest, finding her clit and teasing it experimentally with his tongue.]
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she tries hard to be silent, sinking her teeth into her lips to keep them shut — but when he sucks her clit she cries out, instinctively bringing up her free hand to bite down on the sleeve of hyunsu's jacket, muffling herself. there's a halfhearted glance to the curtain, although being caught isn't really at the forefront of her mind anymore — it's all focused on the centralized spot of getting hyunsu to do that again.
when she's confident she can speak without moaning, she pets her hand gently through his hair, to get his attention. )
More of — that. Whatever that was. Do that.
( prepared this time, she slaps her hand over her mouth. )
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He hums softly in acknowledgement of what she tells him, his gaze flickering up to watch her cover her mouth. There's something about her struggling to keep herself quiet that is...extremely gratifying and any uncertainty he may have been feeling is fully stripped away. Happy to do as he's told, he does what she asks, focusing on teasing her clit with his lips and tongue, But that doesn't feel like enough. He wants to touch her, too, so he lets his hand move to caress the thigh she has flung over his shoulder.]
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she pets him again, begging for a break, pulling his mouth away from her so she can smudge her arousal against his lips with her thumb, her moaning simmering down to long, labored breaths. eventually she nods, feeding him one of her fingers. )
Finger me. You — it's like this. ( eunyu twists her wrist, so she can press the pad of her fingertip against the roof of his mouth, rubbing back and forth against his hard palate. eventually, she gives him another finger — she can probably take two. three is pushing it. ) Like that. Go — go slow.
( when she's sure he gets it, she leaves him to it, sinking her teeth into the denim at her cuff. )
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Still, he manages to focus on her words, nodding slightly as he sucks on her fingers. Yes, he can do that. He'd even been tempted before she said anything, but wasn't sure how welcome it would be. Perhaps he should have followed his instincts. When she pulls away, he leans in to kiss to her inner thigh, needy and affectionate, before he pressing a finger inside her. He goes slowly like she asked, starting with one finger to let her get used to it, gently looking for a rhythm that works for her, trying to mimic what her fingers did inside his mouth.]
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