All right. All right. It's a sound plan, for all that it might be a questionable one. And it's Tseng, so it's not even that it'll be...unpalatable, really. He could do a lot worse.
In the seclusion of the bathroom, he takes a second to regard himself in the mirror, meeting his reflection's gaze as his resolve solidifies. It's not as though he owes it to Tseng to make this anything more than pure business, but at the same time...
No. It would be better to do this — at least somewhat properly. To mitigate tension. The less he allows to be injected into the proceedings now, the less they'll both have to excise later. That's just simple sense.
All right. He rakes a hand through his hair, unmindful of how it rumples the locks out of their usual smooth style, and then quietly shoulders off his coat and shirt before making his way back into the suite proper.
Tseng is waiting for him, as expected. Tseng looks like he hasn't moved more than an inch since he'd completed the order he was given, because more likely than not, he hasn't.]
It puts you in a vulnerable position, too.
[He picks up the thought like it'd been offered just a moment ago, rather than whole minutes, as he tosses his garments neatly over a nearby chaise before stalking shirtless over to Tseng. The way he altogether bypasses the typical bounds of personal space and brings himself nearly flush with his Turk is far too deliberate to ever be mistaken for anything other than what it is.]
So here we are again. Striking a deal beneficial to the both of us.
[The last one had resolved with I own you. Little doubt that this one will, too.]
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All right. All right. It's a sound plan, for all that it might be a questionable one. And it's Tseng, so it's not even that it'll be...unpalatable, really. He could do a lot worse.
In the seclusion of the bathroom, he takes a second to regard himself in the mirror, meeting his reflection's gaze as his resolve solidifies. It's not as though he owes it to Tseng to make this anything more than pure business, but at the same time...
No. It would be better to do this — at least somewhat properly. To mitigate tension. The less he allows to be injected into the proceedings now, the less they'll both have to excise later. That's just simple sense.
All right. He rakes a hand through his hair, unmindful of how it rumples the locks out of their usual smooth style, and then quietly shoulders off his coat and shirt before making his way back into the suite proper.
Tseng is waiting for him, as expected. Tseng looks like he hasn't moved more than an inch since he'd completed the order he was given, because more likely than not, he hasn't.]
It puts you in a vulnerable position, too.
[He picks up the thought like it'd been offered just a moment ago, rather than whole minutes, as he tosses his garments neatly over a nearby chaise before stalking shirtless over to Tseng. The way he altogether bypasses the typical bounds of personal space and brings himself nearly flush with his Turk is far too deliberate to ever be mistaken for anything other than what it is.]
So here we are again. Striking a deal beneficial to the both of us.
[The last one had resolved with I own you. Little doubt that this one will, too.]
And do we have a deal, Tseng?