feel this tremble (at this moment)

A sigh tumbles out of Ryujin’s lips as she collapses onto the floor beside Yuna and Chaeryeong. She’s gripping a bottle of water that she promptly empties into her mouth the moment she’s settled next to her friends. With a sigh, she eases her back into the cool tile beneath her.

She inhales. She exhales. She repeats.

After hours of rehearsal and shooting, they might just finally be done with filming the dance practice video for Mr. Vampire. While waiting to be given the okay to go home, Ryujin does what she can to monopolize this small moment of respite. Head flat against the floor, she tilts it so she can look over to the leader of their group – the only one of them not a sprawled out clammy mess of a person.

A few yards away from them, Yeji is in talks with a few of the JYP representatives present at the shoot. Despite it all, she seems no worse for wear. Her hands and mouth move with the energy of a girl possessed, seemingly oblivious to the fact that it is the end of the day and not the beginning. She bounces with every word and gesture, so much so that even the producers are having a hard time keeping up with her.

Ryujin gets caught staring and Yeji responds by smiling at her the way only she can – with scrunched up eyes and dimples dotting her cheeks. It’s a brief, missable moment that goes away the instant one of the men besides Yeji addresses her, but it makes Ryujin realize one thing.

She misses her.

A chuckle rumbles low in her chest at the thought of it – missing a girl that she sees and talks to everyday – but there’s no two ways around it. With the new album having just come out and Lia taking a very well-deserved mental health leave, it means the remaining four members have had a lot more on their plate than usual. Now it seems that the only time they actually see each other is when they’re on the clock.

But is sharing a snack in the car on the way from one studio to another really a date? Can the playful jabs they exchange in front of a camera replace the late-night pillow talk they used to end every day with? The subversive looks they shoot at each other on-screen, the selfish grasps they make for one another when people aren’t looking – aren’t they just echoes of what Ryujin actually wants to say to her? To do to her?

“What do you think, unnie?” Yuna’s voice enters her ears. The tone is soft, but it’s still sharp enough to cut through the haze of yearning that’s settled in her mind.

Ryujin turns her head up to see the younger girl hovering above her. There's an iPad in her hands, something the producers must’ve just handed to her. Even from where she is, Ryujin can see what’s on the screen – the playback from their latest take. She affords herself one last, lingering look at Yeji before sitting up.

“Looks good to me.” She says with an accompanying groan and stretch.

“You’re not even watching it,” Yuna pouts.

“Don’t need to.” She cracks her neck with a sudden twist of her head. “I was there.”

Yuna rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to the video. Chaeryeong’s sitting right against her, head resting on the girl’s shoulder.

Ryujin smiles softly at the sight before she joins them, more curious than she had previously led on. She knows how important it is that they do everything they can to stay at the top of their game – if not for their own personal’s sake, then at least for each other’s.

The video is silent, but the song plays effortlessly in Ryujin’s head as she watches them dance. As much as her body aches and screams, she can’t help but admit how much they’ve improved since they started this morning. Whatever issues Chaeryeong and Yuna had with the steps have all but disappeared. Even when moving onto herself, Ryujin finds it hard to be as nitpicky as she usually is. There are a few rough spots to polish, but no hard edges to deburr. It’s easy to enjoy the video after that, to relax and simply take in the fruits of their labor.

But then she gets to Yeji.

Her first thought is that she regrets finishing off that bottle of water earlier – her mouth dry and agape as her eyes stick themselves to the girl moving on the screen. There’s never not been a performance of Yeji’s that Ryujin hasn’t been completely enamored by, but this one is different.

Maybe it’s the way that every time Yeji’s eyes spike the lens, Ryujin can’t help but feel as if she’s looking at her. Perhaps it’s the hypnotic way her chest moves with every pop and lock, conveniently showing off her distinct lack of a bra, that does it. But Ryujin thinks it’s the fact that she can barely recall the last time they were together, justifies that as the reason that whatever warm comfort she had been holding in her chest is now sinking down below her waist and turning into another kind of heat.

“Like what you see?”

Ryujin looks up to see Yeji standing in front of her and it takes all of her wherewithal to swallow the whine coming up her throat. She’s been looking at Yeji all day, but something’s changed after watching that video. Now she can’t help but focus on the sweaty midriff a few feet away from her face, the loud, red lips of her mouth, or even just the way she’s standing – angled just so – as if to ask Ryujin to reach out and touch her.

“Yeah,” she chokes out, finally able to speak after who knows how long a silence.

Yeji smiles, giggling at the answer, before joining everyone on the floor. She ends up in Ryujin’s lap, hands reaching for hers to clasp across her stomach. It’s a familiar position for the both of them, but with Yeji now in her arms as well as on her mind, Ryujin realizes just one more thing.

She doesn’t just miss Yeji. She needs her.

The entrance to the practice room shuts with a resounding thud.

A moment later, Yeji’s back hits the wall with the same kind of resolve.

Hands land on either side of her head, her eyes pinned into place by Ryujin’s own gaze.

The studio is finally empty, save for the two girls plastered to the spot beside the door.

Finally, they’re alone.

At first, Ryujin was worried about how she could make this happen, but the pieces had fallen into place perfectly. After their last take, the producers were itching to make it to a nearby happy hour and so were more than satisfied with what they were given. Chaeryeong and Yuna proved a bit harder to convince, but after some particularly harsh stares from behind Yeji’s back and the promise she would cover for dinner next time, Ryujin managed to get them to leave without much more trouble. The only real concern was getting Yeji to stay after everyone had left, but that was easily accomplished by Ryujin asking if they could go over some of the choreo again one-on-one.

Yeji didn’t even have a chance to stretch before Ryujin introduced her back to the wall.

But with Yeji finally within her grasp again and work no longer a factor for the time being, Ryujin is now finding herself at an impasse – like a dog who doesn’t know what to do with his tail once he’s caught it. Teetering between the desire to savor this chance and make it last as long as possible and the impulsion to cut to the chase and make up for all their lost time, Ryujin feels almost paralyzed by the possible choice.

While she searches inside herself for an answer, Yeji is doing the same – those cat-like eyes of hers scanning Ryujin’s face for an explanation.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Ryujin says preemptively. Her words come out coated in a strange mix of desperation and frustration.

“Can’t wait for what?”

The words that come from Yeji bely the look that’s spread on her face, not so much confusion as much as anxiousness and excitement. If they had come from anyone else, Ryujin would think they were insincere, but Yeji’s not anyone else. Even with her back against the wall and Ryujin breathing down her neck, there is not a single ounce of presumption inside her.

“For this.” She leans in and rests her head against Yeji’s, the tips of their noses barely brushing against one another’s. “For you.” Ryujin almost wants to laugh at how easily she’s handing over this blatant admission of want, but Yeji’s the only one she knows she can trust with it.

“I told myself that I could wait until we were done with the album, but then it came out and we just started working harder. Now, we’re even busier and we never have time for…we never get to…” Ryujin takes a breath. She grabs a fistful of the bottom of Yeji’s red top and pulls her closer until their chests are touching. “I can’t wait anymore.”

Gradually, Yeji’s breaths have taken on more and more air as Ryujin has talked and looked at her, but now they’ve disappeared in this sudden lull. Then, Yeji gulps and her breath comes out even heavier than before.

“It’s been hard for me too.” She reaches down for the fingers grasping her shirt and replaces the wrinkled fabric in Ryujin’s hands with the beds of her palms. “Every time I pass by your room…or see you spending time with the others…I just want to grab you and pull you away and…” She glances at Ryujin’s lips briefly before turning to her eyes. “And kiss you.”

Ryujin finds herself tickled by the statement – so innocuous and chaste. It relaxes her and reminds her of how easy it’s always been between them.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” She chuckles. “Kiss me.”

And so she does.

Yeji leans up, mouth forward, lips catching on Ryujin’s. The kiss is eager, confident, but not without lacking coordination. It’s almost as if Yeji’s been planning how their first kiss would be after this touch-starved hiatus ended.

Pushing back against her, Ryujin does her best to gain control. There are things she wants to take from her before she can give it all back, selfish wants Ryujin needs before she can offer herself up properly. She cups one of Yeji’s breasts through her shirt and rolls a nipple between her fingers.

Yeji groans and Ryujin takes the opportunity to break off the kiss. She walks her lips down the side of her mouth, across the edge of her jaw, and plays a scale down the flute of Yeji’s neck. Her fingers wrap around the bottom of Yeji’s shirt and she starts to pull it off.

Arms raised, Yeji helps Ryujin with the maneuvering of the tank top off her body before letting it fall to the ground beside them.

Ryujin only has a moment to admire the nude torso in front of her before she sees Yeji’s arms already lowering. “Don’t.” She reaches for Yeji’s hands and pins them above her head. “Keep these here for me, okay?”

Yeji doesn’t need to know or ask why before nodding in response.

Ryujin smiles and her fingers traipse down the length of Yeji’s arms. Black nails etching red lines into pale skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake – they don’t stop until they reach her waist. She puts a hand on each hip and pushes her firmly against the wall.

Her mouth finds itself atop the apex of Yeji’s collarbone, lips following that bony bluff until she reaches one of Yeji’s armpits. She’s a bit surprised by the distinct lack of deodorant and she has to wonder if Yeji somehow knew this was happening, that one way or another they were going to end up like this – two ends of a rubber band snapping together after being pulled apart for so long.

Her nose is met with perspiration and the faint smell of peach body wash – a scent so uniquely Yeji that it drives her crazy. Ryujin licks a long, slow stripe from the bottom of her armpit to the top. Yeji gasps and Ryujin can feel her hips squirm in response to the touch. Savoring the salt beneath her tongue, feeling the shivers below her hands, Ryujin dares to paint that patch of skin over and over again.

The tang of her sweat. The texture of her skin. The way her body shudders beneath the contact – it’s addicting.

That single gasp that Yeji planted earlier soon grows into a field of whimpers and whines as Ryujin continues her assault on Yeji’s underarm. She moves one of her hands off Yeji’s waist to the other armpit and she begins to rub and massage it accordingly. When Ryujin hears Yeji moan and feels her palm on the back of her head, nudging her in further, what else can she do but oblige. There’s no plan to relent, not until that very same hand is maneuvering her head up for another kiss.

It’s sloppy, a direct effect from the attention Yeji is still receiving from her hand. Ryujin finds it cute how hard Yeji is trying to kiss her, how she can barely control her lips in-between the groans she’s feeding into Ryujin’s mouth.

When they pull apart for air, Ryujin notices three things: 1) the glaze of blush that has all but taken over Yeji’s face, 2) the fire growing between her own legs with very passing second, and 3) the very obvious bulge in Yeji’s pants pressing against her stomach.

Ryujin gulps, licks her lips, and flicks her eyes downwards. “Can I…” Her words are soft with excitement.

Yeji sucks in a breath and returns an eager nod.

On her way down Yeji’s body, Ryujin makes it a point to go over any part of her that she thinks hasn’t been shown the proper amount of attention. She starts with her breasts, recalling how they and the lack of a bra were the catalyst for this situation.

It’s been ages, but they still fit perfectly into her hands. She takes one of Yeji’s nipples into her mouth, running over it with her teeth and tongue, hardening it instantly. They trade touches for moans, Ryujin switching her hand and mouth when she thinks it’ll impact Yeji the most.

Then it’s down the taut plane of Yeji’s stomach where Ryujin almost gets hypnotized by how it flexes and rises with every breath and caress. A small dip of her tongue into the depression of Yeji’s navel earns her another gasp before moving on.

Before her knees hit the ground, she reaches for Yeji’s discarded top. The material is thin and the floor is hard, but it’s better than nothing.

A glint twinkles in the depths of Ryujin’s eyes as she settles squarely on her knees and comes face-to-face with the considerable tent in Yeji’s sweatpants. Her heart is thumping loud in her chest and the display in front of her is a clear mirror to her own state of arousal. She reaches out, snags her fingers into the drawstring, and pulls them down.

She inhales when she sees it, noting how it strains against the pair of gray boyshorts keeping it confined. There’s a wet patch of fabric where the tip of Yeji’s cock is and Ryujin can’t help but wet her own lips in preparation.

Yeji is looking down at her from above, fingers arched into desperate claws against the wall as she waits.

“Ryujin, please–”

She moans – a full, guttural moan – when Ryujin latches onto her cock through her underwear.

The taste of pre-cum hits Ryujin’s mouth, mixed with sweat and cotton. It makes her want more as she hungrily tongues the head of Yeji’s length through the fabric. Her hands are fighting Yeji’s hips as they attempt to lift forward and all she can think about is how easy it would be to make her explode in her underwear before licking her clean and making her cum again.

She groans at the idea and Yeji groans in response to the feeling of it. Ryujin brings her knees together in an attempt to sate the cry of her own arousal. As attractive as that prospect is, her patience has all but run out. Without an ounce of ceremony, she pulls her mouth off of Yeji’s cock before yanking her briefs down and removing the final thing sitting between them.

“Fuck.”

The bounce of Yeji’s cock as it falls out in front of Ryujin’s face proves mesmerizing. She’s looking at it as if she’s making sure everything is still how she recalled – the size, the curvature, all of it. Cocks aren’t something Ryujin’s seen a lot of in her life – having dealt with even less – but there’s something about Yeji’s that she’s absolutely smitten with. She applies to it the same adoration she has towards Yeji’s eyes or heart or smile, treating this as much an extension of her as anything else is.

Her teeth find her lower lip and bite down in excitement. Slowly, her hand reaches up to wrap itself around the thick shaft. She can feel it settle against the palm of her hand and Ryujin can only sit there and marvel at the remembered warmth and weight of it. Pre-cum is dribbling steadily out the head of it and Ryujin can feel herself getting wetter in return.

Yeji’s breaths come out staggered as she twitches anxiously in Ryujin’s fingers, earning her a chuckle from the girl below her.

“Excited, are we?” Ryujin makes sure to lean in closer to Yeji’s cock when she talks, observing how the hot air of her breath hitting Yeji’s skin makes her quiver.

“It’s just–” Yeji starts, a gulp following, “–it’s been a while. I’m…sensitive.”

Ryujin nods, knowing full well what she meant by her words. Yeji’s never been one to take care of her own needs like this, even before Ryujin was around and more than happy to help her with it. She can’t imagine how bad it’s been for her, and she doesn’t need to. It’s evident by the way Yeji’s cock is pulsing in her hand, waiting for anything more than just the smallest amount of contact she’s currently affording it.

So, Ryujin begins moving and Yeji begins falling apart.

Coating her palm with the pre-cum and spit gathered at the tip of it, Ryujin graciously spreads the mix to the rest of Yeji’s cock. That makes her next job easier – wringing out moan after moan from the girl in her hands. In addition to the usual up-and-down movement, she adds in a little twist of her wrist whenever she catches the part of Yeji where the shaft and head meet. Each time she does it, she earns another wobble from Yeji’s knees that threatens to bring the rest of her crashing down.

As her strokes increase in speed and Yeji’s groans increase in frequency, Ryujin does her best to maintain control of the situation. Her other hand is applied firmly to Yeji’s hip, anchoring her to the wall behind her and fighting against every attempted thrust.

“Does that feel good, Yeddeong? Did you miss me touching you?”

Ryujin looks up at Yeji with expectant eyes and a coy smile. She sees Yeji looking back down at her, nails digging into the stucco behind her before she’s answered with a fervent nod.

“Mo–” Yeji interrupts herself with a whine when Ryujin steadies her grip around the head of Yeji’s cock and segues into twisting her hand around the enlarged tip.

“I’m sorry, what was that? Did you want more?”

“M-mouth,” Yeji answers after a shake of her head. “Can you use your mouth?”

“My mouth?” Ryujin purses her lips as she begins to ponder the question. Whilst pretending to mull it over, her hand retires to the base of Yeji’s cock, stilling itself around the firm root of it. “Oh, you mean like this?”

She leans forward and envelopes Yeji’s cock in the warm confines of her mouth. Her mouth meets her hand in the middle of the shaft and they begin to work in tandem to give Yeji exactly what she asked for.

The sound that escapes Yeji fills the room and reverberates into Ryujin’s body. She pulls her hands off the wall to perch on the back of Ryujin’s head, red fingertips twirling messily around the pink locks there.

Ryujin smiles inwardly to herself as she works herself up and down Yeji’s cock. Even with her mouth and hand covering it, Yeji’s big enough so that there are still parts of it that remain uncovered. As her tongue scrapes along the underside, Ryujin can only revel in the feeling of this and how much she’s missed Yeji in her like this. Wanting more of her, Ryujin starts to vibrate her mouth around it, decides to tighten the hold she has, and begins to move even faster.

“Ryujin, I’m…”

There’s a certain timbre in Yeji’s words that triggers a sense-memory in Ryujin. That feeling gets compounded as Yeji’s fingers tighten their hold in her hair. Removing her hand from Yeji’s cock, she pushes her head forward until her nose is flat against Yeji’s stomach. She doesn’t gag, even when the tip of her cock hits the back of her throat. Instead, she moves her hands to Yeji’s ass to push her even deeper in as she hollows her cheeks around her. It takes only a few moments after that before the rush of Yeji’s orgasm floods her mouth.

The sheer volume and power of it, built up after months, threatens to overtake her, but Ryujin manages to hold fast and stay steady. Her mouth forms a seal around it, desperate to not spill a single drop. It’s hard, but Ryujin sits defiant. The thrill of having Yeji cum in her mouth is exhilarating – so much so that she finds herself shaking at the sensation.

Yeji’s intuition takes over as she finds herself no longer stamped to the wall by Ryujin’s hands – her waist now able to jut forward towards the hot and wet cavern of Ryujin’s mouth. Free to ride out the last throes of her orgasm at her own pace, the erratic bucks into Ryujin start off sporadically, but eventually slow to a stop as Yeji finishes chasing those last remnants of pleasure.

Then, her hips still and the hands in Ryujin’s hair relax. With a content sigh, Yeji slips out of Ryujin’s mouth and falls fully back against the wall. She slides all the way down until her ass hits the floor. Her legs splay out awkwardly in front of, still kept together at the ankles by her clothes.

Ryujin looks at the mess she’s made of Yeji and she wants her all the more for it. She waits for the girl to recover, her mouth still full. The taste coats her tongue and Ryujin lets it sit before locking eyes with the girl across from her. A small rise of her eyebrow gets Yeji’s attention before she tilts her head back and makes a pointed display of swallowing everything she has in her with an audible gulp.

Feeling the heat of it settle in her stomach, she opens her mouth and shows it off to Yeji – empty.

“Come over here,” Yeji says, voice low and husky.

Not one to disobey, Ryujin crawls over to her, only to be pulled into another kiss the moment she’s close enough. Yeji’s tongue parts her lips the moment they touch – probing her mouth – hungry to remind herself of what she tastes like when mixed with Ryujin.

The kiss continues as Ryujin nestles into Yeji’s lap, the two of them only separating because Yeji needs to pull the shirt off of Ryujin. When the garment lands on top of hers, Yeji pauses to stare at Ryujin’s chest. She wasn’t expecting it to be as bare as hers was.

“You’re not the only one that can ‘forget’ to wear a bra.”

Yeji doesn’t respond before diving into the bounty that is Ryujin’s body.

As Yeji’s hands and mouth make themselves at home on Ryujin’s freshly exposed skin, she finds a place for her own hands to rest. She lays them languidly on Yeji’s back and shoulders, content for the odd grasp and caress, whilst Yeji’s appendages move with much more intent.

Yeji’s touches are as mindful as her kisses are as she takes inventory of Ryujin’s body. By now, Yeji has surely mapped out every square inch of her and Ryujin has to wonder, with how deliberate Yeji is moving now, if she’s making sure everything lines up with that map in her head.

The valley of her neck. The peaks of her breasts. The wide, flat plain of her stomach.

It’s good to be conquered by Yeji, to have her set out on an expedition of affection and plant flags of caresses wherever her hands find footing. Ryujin thinks that Yeji knows her body better than she does – like the way only her right side is ticklish or that spot behind her ear that renders her useless. The only thing she doesn’t know is, that as good as this all feels, that it’s only a detour on the way to what Ryujin actually wants.

“Wait.” Ryujin reaches for Yeji’s wrist when she feels it approaching the fringe of her waistband.

Yeji’s movements cease the instant Ryujin tells her to. She looks up and Ryujin catches the look in her eyes – beneath the lust and desire, that ever present patience she always affords her.

“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?”

Ryujin shakes her head before planting a reassuring kiss on Yeji’s cheek. “I don’t,” she says, “I just had something else in mind…” Her gaze falls from Yeji’s and lands on the cock poised flat against her stomach. She takes in how slick it looks beneath the studio lights and how hard it still is.

“Ryujinnie…”

The name crawls out of Yeji’s mouth as Ryujin traces the tip of her finger up the length of it, a gasp following when Ryujin wraps her digits around it and begins stroking. And it’s not that she doesn’t want Yeji to take care of her, but it’s just the simple fact that she’s even more desperate to feel this in her again, to have Yeji let herself go in a way her fingers and mouth don’t allow.

“Do you think you can go again?”

“Of course.” Yeji nods, her body shivering at the continued stimulation. “How do you want–”

There’s no warning, just the flash of danger in Ryujin’s eyes before she stands and pulls Yeji up by the length of her cock.

“R-Ryujin!”

Yeji’s body is a gangly mess of limbs as she struggles to find her footing. As of right now, the leader of ITZY is being dragged by her privates towards the opposite side of the room and all she can do is waddle awkwardly with her pants dragging on the floor around her.

“Keep up, Hwang, or I’ll pull it off!”

Ryujin’s grip stays firm around Yeji, as firm as the smirk that sits on her face. As they walk, she watches them both in the reflection of the approaching mirrors. It’s a bit cruel, but she almost wants to laugh at the sight of Yeji shuffling behind her.

They stop once they reach the other side of the room. Yeji opens her mouth to speak, but adjourns her jaw to simply hang there when she sees Ryujin begin to strip in front of her.

It’s not as enticing a show that Ryujin might’ve hoped for, seeing as how the only part of her still covered is her lower half, but she gives it her all nonetheless. Starting off with a tantalizing sway of her hips, she bends forward before sliding her hands into the hem of her pants. She drags them down right below the cusp of her ass – a small shake of it teasing what’s to come – before she lets them fall to her ankles. After pulling them past her shoes, she throws them off to the side before turning around.

She’s not surprised to see how diligently Yeji seems to be watching. A small chuckle escapes her as she splays her hands over her stomach. She moves them down to her thighs to frame the pair of briefs Yeji’s eyes seemed to be glued to. Ryujin looks down and she sees why – the dark patch on the front of her underwear revealing how excited she’s been this whole time. Pushing her thumbs into either side of the garment, she affords herself a groan as she feels it pull away from her before it joins the pair of sweats beside them.

“Your turn.”

Yeji’s eyes flit up towards Ryujin’s when she speaks. It takes her a second, but she soon realizes what she means. Hurriedly, Yeji goes to take off her own pair of pants, though she struggles to get them past her shoes as easily as Ryujin did. Soon, the two of them are standing across from each other wearing nothing but their sneakers – that and the confident look on Ryujin’s face.

It’s easy for her to wear something like that as loud as she does. Seeing Yeji’s eyes, wide and wanting, scanning over every inch of her body as if her hands and mouth weren’t covering them just moments before. The taste of her still lingering in her mouth. The erection, standing prominent between Yeji’s legs even after she had tugged it across the room. Ryujin loves knowing what she can do to Yeji, what she lets her do, but now it’s time for what Yeji can do to her.

“Well, let’s get to it then.”

Spinning on her heels, Ryujin turns around to face the glass. She tilts her neck over her shoulder to keep her eyes on Yeji, all while bending over and spreading her legs. Her right hand goes to the mirror to prop herself up and her left goes to cup her own ass.

“You’re going to fuck me.” Ryujin can see the excitement in Yeji’s expression as she turns her head forward until she’s looking at the both of them in the mirror. “And I’m going to watch.”

Yeji’s eyes play a quick set of ping-pong between her and the mirror before landing back on Ryujin. “Yeah, I can–” She interrupts herself with a nod before approaching, almost as if she was worried she’d say something that’d ruin it all.

A breath hitches in Ryujin’s throat when Yeji's palms land on her hips, taking her own hand back so that it can provide additional support against the glass. Eagerly, she watches as Yeji settles between her legs and pushes forward. She tilts her head down, away from the mirror and towards her crotch to see Yeji’s cock reappear between her legs. A tremor runs through her body at the feeling of it gliding against her folds and she has to fight her own anticipation as the girl behind her goes stoically at her own pace.

“You’re so wet…” Yeji hisses through her teeth. She pulls back, moving one hand to her cock so she can get a better angle.

“What did you say earlier? ‘It’s been a while.’” Ryujin moves her head back up to look at Yeji in the mirror. “Now, are you gonna do something or–”

All of the air in Ryujin’s body leaves as all of Yeji enters it.

The wide-eyed astonishment on Ryujin’s face plays a sharp contrast to the close-eyed focus on Yeji behind her. The feeling of Yeji filling her up so proficiently leaves her mind blank. They’ve had sex before, many times, and even though they’ve been on a break, Ryujin wasn’t expecting everything to feel so heightened. She thinks about it and she has to wonder what the more preposterous thought is: that maybe she’s forgotten how good Yeji felt inside of her or the idea that she’s somehow gotten bigger.

“Ryujin? Are you okay?” Yeji is peeking at her from over her shoulder, her words just enough for Ryujin to latch onto and pull her out of whatever sorry state she was just in. Concern covers her face – genuine – the same look she has whenever Ryujin stumbles over a particularly difficult piece of choreo, but now she’s showing it whilst bottomed out all the way inside her.

Ryujin nods, knowing that if she were to even attempt to open her mouth that only a moan would escape.

But then Yeji starts moving, and she pushes that moan out of her anyway. Then another and another.

It’s slow at first as the two of them reacclimate to the experience of each other’s bodies. Ryujin finds herself trembling with every movement Yeji offers – the way she drags herself out and eases back in. It’s steady, patient, caring – tenets so absolutely tantamount to who Yeji is – but it's not the thing that Ryujin wants – needs – right now.

Ryujin takes a deep breath and prepares herself mentally for what she’s about to ask.

“Faster.”

Empty – that’s how it feels whenever Yeji pulls out of her, but that changes the moment Yeji starts to quicken her pace. That empty feeling dissipates as time blurs and soon all she can feel is how full she is with every piston of Yeji’s hips.

“Harder.”

What does ground her – how she tells where she is and who she’s with – is how Yeji punctuates each thrust with the impact of their waists, how her sides serve as handles to Yeji’s staunch grip that still can’t prevent Ryujin from rocking every time their bodies meet.

“More.”

Even with her hips indented by Yeji’s fingers and the depths of her being fully met by her cock, Ryujin has the audacity to ask for more. It’s a selfish, mindless request that Yeji has no trouble fulfilling – never has trouble fulfilling. Even when Ryujin thinks Yeji is giving it her all, she’s always able to give her more. She doesn’t know where Yeji finds it, if there’s some kind of infinite well inside her that Yeji is able to pull from, but it’s something she always manages to do.

Her hands crumble beneath the weight of Yeji’s enthusiasm and Ryujin falls forward, catching herself on the mirror by the lengths of her arms. Her head finds a home in the crook of her elbow and her gaze finds solace in the sight happening below her.

She becomes enraptured in the visage of Yeji moving in and out of her – the slight swell of her stomach with every thrust, the way her breasts bounce every time Yeji pushes forward – it makes the view the mirror held pale in comparison. All the while, in her periphery, she can see her legs wavering and threatening to follow the same fate as her arms. By now, the fire that’s been burning all day between her legs has spread throughout her body. The embers in her feel like an inferno and she doesn’t know if she wants to put it out or let it burn.

Then Ryujin feels her, not just inside of her, but everywhere. Yeji’s breath – hot against the nape of her neck. Yeji’s chest – soft against her back. Hair, orange – cascading over the tops of her shoulders and interweaving with her own colorful strands.

When Yeji speaks, she feeds the words into Ryujin’s ears in gentle spoonfuls so as to not overwhelm her.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you?”

She nods.

She is.

“Can you cum for me, Ryujin-ah? Please?”

She can.

She does.

It’s Yeji’s words that push her over the edge – that simple command, masquerading as a question, topped with her name said ever so lovingly and tenderly. It makes her heart swell and her legs tense as the pleasure shoots through her body. Yeji had put out the fire she had inside her, but now she feels hotter than ever.

Ryujin’s mouth falls open, but she doesn’t know what comes tumbling out – whether it's Yeji’s name or just one of the many sounds she’s been rediscovering all night. Her legs finally reach their breaking point, all her energy and effort exerted elsewhere, and she collapses.

But she doesn’t.

Instead, Yeji carries her over that post-coital threshold into the welcoming home of her embrace and all Ryujin can do is live there. Tucked into the blankets of Yeji’s arms. Curled up in the pillow of her soft presence. Their breaths slow until it feels like they’re breathing the same oxygen. The urgency of their heartbeats wane until they find each other and fall into a synchronized lockstep together.

“Fuck.”

It’s Ryujin’s first word in what seems like hours, but she knows it’s only been a few minutes at best. The head she manages to lift up seems heavy, but hollow. Her eyes squint at the lights around her as they flutter open and her feet find themselves on solid ground again. Slowly, her gaze focuses on the girl in the mirror – the one resting her chin on her shoulder with a smile painted on her lips.

“How are you feeling?”

‘Boneless,’ she thinks, or at least, it’s the first word that comes to her mind that isn’t completely crass.

“Good,” Ryujin answers, “Really good.” The words come out a bit rougher than expected and she can only imagine how hoarse her voice might be by the time they finish. It’s something she’s almost looking forward to.

“Mmhm. I’m glad.” Yeji plants a small kiss on her shoulder before leaning in, her lips now brushing against that small spot behind Ryujin’s ear that she saves only for the most critical of questions. “Do you think you can go again?”

Ryujin’s heart skips a beat when she realizes it’s finally happening. She can see it in the corners of Yeji’s smile, where an errant grin is tugging at the corners. She can feel it in the shapes Yeji’s fingers are drawing on her skin, how sometimes she catches the flesh with the corners of her nails. But most of all, she realizes it in the way that Yeji sits inside her – how the calm tide of her hips betrays the tsunami behind it.

“Of course.” Ryujin turns around to press her lips against Yeji’s for a brief kiss. Pulling back, she reveals a whisker-smile and mischief in her eyes. “Don’t stop ‘til you’re done.”

It happens fast or maybe Ryujin’s mind is still thinking too slow.

Yeji slides out of her and turns her around before heaving her up in her arms. For one brief second, all Ryujin can feel is the air around her. Then, it’s the cold glass against her back. It’s Yeji’s waist between her legs. Her hands beneath her thighs. Her neck linked by her arms, and then, the best of it all, Yeji’s cock inside her again.

It’s too much to process at first. Not only at the speed and ease at which she was handled, but the how. The both of them have spent the whole day prior to this dancing, but Yeji has not shown an inkling of fatigue. The fact that Yeji is still able to lift her up like this is a testament to her in and of itself.

But then Yeji starts fucking her and Ryujin almost bites through her lower lip because of it. She tightens the wrap her arms have around Yeji’s neck and locks her feet together as Yeji drives her into the quaking mirror behind her. Shifting her head into the bow of Yeji’s neck, it’s there she feels like she’s free to bury the moans coming out of her.

The next orgasm sneaks up on her, her body still recovering from the shock of the sudden position and intensity change. This one is different from the previous. That first one was the result of months of build-up and tension – Ryujin being pushed and pushed to the edge until finally falling over it. But this one is different. This time, it feels as if Ryujin is floating in space and all Yeji is doing is pushing her further out.

Yeji knows when Ryujin comes again, the whimper into her neck playing messenger to the way her body is tightening around her. In response, Yeji digs her heels harder into the floor propping them up – giving herself a better platform to stand on. She moves her hands down until they’re sitting beneath Ryujin’s knees – letting the girl in her arms slot even closer against her. She reminds Ryujin that there is more – that there is always more.

Ryujin has no time to process the end of her last orgasm – still dealing with the vestiges of her first – before she already feels another one approaching. She debates on whether she should bite down on her lip again or Yeji’s shoulder before she makes a compromise – to scream into the girl’s neck while digging her nails into the expanse of her back.

“Together,” Yeji whispers into her ear. “Let’s do this together.”

Lifting her head out of the alcove of Yeji’s neck, Ryujin leans forward to ask for her lips and Yeji responds by giving them in full. It’s less of a kiss and more of a further entwining of their two bodies. Yeji moans into Ryujin’s mouth when she comes and Ryujin moans in response at the feeling of being filled up so completely. It becomes a cycle of Ryujin clenching around Yeji’s cock, milking it for all it’s worth, and Yeji burying herself as deep as she can go while she empties herself into Ryujin.

Eventually, their hips steady and the only sound they have between them is each other’s hearts and lungs.

Ryujin’s the first one to pull away, meeting Yeji’s dreamy expression with one of her own. She takes her hand off of Yeji’s back and goes to move a stray bang out of her face. Yeji takes the opportunity to kiss the inside of Ryujin’s hand before it leaves her.

Then, she giggles.

Ryujin looks at her for a moment, only a moment, before she starts to laugh too.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” Yeji shakes her head, invariably sending those stray hairs back into her face. “I just…” She looks at Ryujin and finds the answer in her. “I just really missed this.”

Ryujin lets the words sink into her as she stares back at Yeji. She’s never felt so sore – so full – and it’s all because of the person in front of her. But still, Ryujin looks at her and all she can think about is how sweet Yeji looks at this moment. Despite the sheen of sweat on her face, the hair matted to her forehead, or the lipstick smeared across her mouth, the only thing Ryujin can focus on is the way that Yeji looks at her the way only she can. It’s a look she hasn’t seen in a long time and it makes her realize something.

“I missed this too.”