That mouth pressed right there makes him nearly boneless for a moment. It's almost ridiculous how quickly Byeong-Lee had learned his spots. All those places that made him melt or cry out or just pant in need. He shouldn't be too surprised, because he knew they had been together so many times before. Maybe not in this life, but it was still so much fun to rediscover all those things and know that his lover was refinding them as well. Refinding them and using them against him once more.
He keens a little at the nip and his eyelashes flutter to near closed when he feels the man's hand teasing him. His keen becomes a full bodied moan when he feels the hard warm slide of Byeong-Lee's rigid cock pressed against his own. His hips try to shift to chase it, but he's held so still and it makes him whine a little. He knows that now-a-days, he could probably break out of that hold. He could easily overwhelm the Doctor. He's no longer the scrawny Confederate, more fragile than his smart looks let on. However, he doesn't. He doesn't because it feels good. It doesn't feel like he's trapped at all. If anything, it makes him feel safe and loved.
He still laughs though the little moan of pleasure as water slowly creeps it way upwards. "I don't know. I'm sure mistletoe would spruce things up rather nicely." He sort of shifts and twists a little aware of how that makes his hips barely sway as he reaches for a green sprig that had escaped the towel so he can playfully plop it right on the Doctor's head before leaning to kiss him hard, mouth shaping "See. Good even with mistletoe." into the hungry kiss.
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Date: 2017-03-07 05:26 am (UTC)He keens a little at the nip and his eyelashes flutter to near closed when he feels the man's hand teasing him. His keen becomes a full bodied moan when he feels the hard warm slide of Byeong-Lee's rigid cock pressed against his own. His hips try to shift to chase it, but he's held so still and it makes him whine a little. He knows that now-a-days, he could probably break out of that hold. He could easily overwhelm the Doctor. He's no longer the scrawny Confederate, more fragile than his smart looks let on. However, he doesn't. He doesn't because it feels good. It doesn't feel like he's trapped at all. If anything, it makes him feel safe and loved.
He still laughs though the little moan of pleasure as water slowly creeps it way upwards. "I don't know. I'm sure mistletoe would spruce things up rather nicely." He sort of shifts and twists a little aware of how that makes his hips barely sway as he reaches for a green sprig that had escaped the towel so he can playfully plop it right on the Doctor's head before leaning to kiss him hard, mouth shaping "See. Good even with mistletoe." into the hungry kiss.