[ He loves that look on Mako's face. He loves when Mako is so focused on him, when his thoughts are filled up with Wu.
He takes Mako's hand, standing in front of him, his eyes flicking over Mako's face.
He knows exactly what he wants. He leans in, other hand braced on the back of Mako's desk chair to kiss him, hard and hot and promising him so much more. ]
[ That's what makes Wu so easy to be around: it's that clarifying thing, like fire, burning away everything that is not Wu. Mako gets trapped in the maze of his own head, fighting off cobwebs, and Wu is like a light in the darkness sometimes, pushing everything else away. He fills up the corners of Mako's mind with his stories and laughter.
Mako doesn't hestitate to wrap both arms around Wu's waist, to tug him down until he's sprawled over Mako's lap in the chair. Wu can probably feel that he's already half-hard just from talking about this. Mako should be embarrassed, but mostly he's just turned on, lets himself get lost in the press of lips for a while. ]
[ Wu rocks down against him, loving the feel of Mako hard for him, because of him. It's proof that Mako wants him, proof that he still needs, in spite of everything. He needs to Mako to tell him he loves Wu, and he needs Mako to show him that he wants him.
He kisses Mako harder, fingers pushing into his hair. It's easy to fall into him, still thinking about Mako making him beg, covering his mouth, pushing him down. He trusts Mako with that. He trusts Mako with everything. ]
[ Mako wants him with a force that scares him, or would if it wasn't so all-consuming. He lets one hand slide firmly down Wu's back, to the swell of his ass, groans as Wu's fingers drag on his scalp.
Oddly enough, he wants to talk. Barely pulling away, he breathes hard against Wu's lips, throbbing with want. ]
Yeah. That's exactly what I think. You like it when I tell you exactly what I want.
[ It's so much harder to say the words out loud. Writing them was one thing, and they still pulse through Mako with a heat that's hard to ignore. He makes himself meet Wu's eyes, presses the tips of his fingers up under Wu's soft shirt, not tucked in. Mako thanks small mercies and gathers himself. ]
I want you begging me to touch you.
[ His face flames, but the words are out and laced with heat, and Mako can't take them back. ]
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He takes Mako's hand, standing in front of him, his eyes flicking over Mako's face.
He knows exactly what he wants. He leans in, other hand braced on the back of Mako's desk chair to kiss him, hard and hot and promising him so much more. ]
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Mako doesn't hestitate to wrap both arms around Wu's waist, to tug him down until he's sprawled over Mako's lap in the chair. Wu can probably feel that he's already half-hard just from talking about this. Mako should be embarrassed, but mostly he's just turned on, lets himself get lost in the press of lips for a while. ]
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He kisses Mako harder, fingers pushing into his hair. It's easy to fall into him, still thinking about Mako making him beg, covering his mouth, pushing him down. He trusts Mako with that. He trusts Mako with everything. ]
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Oddly enough, he wants to talk. Barely pulling away, he breathes hard against Wu's lips, throbbing with want. ]
Yeah. That's exactly what I think. You like it when I tell you exactly what I want.
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What do you want, big guy?
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I want you begging me to touch you.
[ His face flames, but the words are out and laced with heat, and Mako can't take them back. ]
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It knocks the breath out of him. ]
Funny. I want to suck your cock.
[ His face flushes hotter as he says it, but he manages to hold Mako's gaze unwaveringly. ]