[ with their lips pressed together, tseng feels as much as he hears every one of the words rufus utters: handle it as you see fit. although neither of them would call it such aloud, to be given such an open-ended order speaks to rufus' trust in tseng, and it's a reminder that's as invigorating as it is appreciated.
it isn't just about the touching, tseng knows. it's about the rest of it too. ]
Yes, sir.
[ he brings his hands up to rufus' waist then. they settle perfectly into the narrow dip just above his hips, thumbs brushing over soft skin and hard muscle, fingers firm but not unforgiving against the warm plane of rufus' back. when they kiss again—or rather, when they resume the kiss that rufus had interrupted—tseng responds once more, not to take control of the kiss but to participate in it. he draws rufus' tongue into his mouth and sucks on it, digs teeth lightly into the soft flesh of his lower lip.
it's a good kiss—hot, heady. tseng knows exactly where the bed is, knows how many steps it would take to get them there, but despite this knowledge he holds himself still. rufus still calls the shots, even with tseng given leave to handle him as he likes—they won't move toward the bed until rufus is good and ready. ]
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it isn't just about the touching, tseng knows. it's about the rest of it too. ]
Yes, sir.
[ he brings his hands up to rufus' waist then. they settle perfectly into the narrow dip just above his hips, thumbs brushing over soft skin and hard muscle, fingers firm but not unforgiving against the warm plane of rufus' back. when they kiss again—or rather, when they resume the kiss that rufus had interrupted—tseng responds once more, not to take control of the kiss but to participate in it. he draws rufus' tongue into his mouth and sucks on it, digs teeth lightly into the soft flesh of his lower lip.
it's a good kiss—hot, heady. tseng knows exactly where the bed is, knows how many steps it would take to get them there, but despite this knowledge he holds himself still. rufus still calls the shots, even with tseng given leave to handle him as he likes—they won't move toward the bed until rufus is good and ready. ]