[ tseng isn't sure what drove him to say it, you know i'm good for it, like there's ever been a question between them as to whether he's good for it. rufus knows he is. maybe it was an assurance, or something like it, an attempt at convincing rufus that this won't change their working relationship. (assuming it's rufus who needs convincing.)
there is so rarely the opportunity for something as petty as self-consciousness in the business of the turks; embarrassment and shame are some of the first things excised by the rigor of their training program. nor is there much modesty, both by the necessity of changing in close quarters and by the fact of the locker-room talk that's common among his men. seeing another turk's body should be commonplace and unremarkable, and touching to move someone out of the way or drag them behind cover equally banal.
tseng feels no self-consciousness now, as rufus leans closer and brings his hand up to grip tseng's jaw. he does, however, become briefly and keenly aware that this is the first time rufus has touched him with this much purpose. the fire in his gaze says something about rufus, tseng thinks, and so does the fact that he kisses tseng at all.
even when their mouths press together, tseng's hands remain at his sides. waiting for an order, or for some unspoken ask, for rufus to indicate that what he wants is to be touched. even so, he takes the kiss as it's given and gives back just as good; he needs no coaxing from rufus to let it deepen, nor is he especially submissive, despite the optics of their position. if his is the mouth that will deliver rufus' goals to him, then tseng wants him to know what he's in for. ]
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there is so rarely the opportunity for something as petty as self-consciousness in the business of the turks; embarrassment and shame are some of the first things excised by the rigor of their training program. nor is there much modesty, both by the necessity of changing in close quarters and by the fact of the locker-room talk that's common among his men. seeing another turk's body should be commonplace and unremarkable, and touching to move someone out of the way or drag them behind cover equally banal.
tseng feels no self-consciousness now, as rufus leans closer and brings his hand up to grip tseng's jaw. he does, however, become briefly and keenly aware that this is the first time rufus has touched him with this much purpose. the fire in his gaze says something about rufus, tseng thinks, and so does the fact that he kisses tseng at all.
even when their mouths press together, tseng's hands remain at his sides. waiting for an order, or for some unspoken ask, for rufus to indicate that what he wants is to be touched. even so, he takes the kiss as it's given and gives back just as good; he needs no coaxing from rufus to let it deepen, nor is he especially submissive, despite the optics of their position. if his is the mouth that will deliver rufus' goals to him, then tseng wants him to know what he's in for. ]