Yohan doesn't expect Bae to lead their dance for long. Not only because he knows his stamina is greater, but also simply sitting and being ridden makes him mad with want. It's just not possible for him to be still and passive for long. Even as Bae began to move, Yohan sighs and his body moves to meet him on sheer instinct.

His hips rock up as Bae sinks down, pulling a blissful moan from Yohan's lips. Those lips seek out Bae's sweat-damp skin, trialing molten hot kisses over his collar bones and throat. Strong hands caress the planes of his back, down then up again until his fingers curl around the boy's shoulders to pull him down harder.