[ it might not have been part of sampo's plan, but it was definitely part of tseng's. as soon as he sees the man in the maid costume appear in the lobby, tseng immediately identifies him as the mark, but he's content for a moment to just observe—he takes in the outfit, the petticoats and tight waist and garter belts tight around his thighs, as well as the feather duster in hand and the comfort with which the man walks in those high heels. (interesting...) tseng's gaze is sharp as he tracks the man's movement around the room, but he doesn't immediately press his thumb against the button on the remote, not until he bends slightly at the waist to pay attention to dusting a light fixture.
that's when tseng presses the button, triggering a series of deep, thrumming vibrations that trail off into gentler tremors before looping back around again. the ripple of pleasure that runs through the other man's body is obvious to tseng, who knows what he's looking for: the shiver, the way his thighs tense and his back arches slightly before he forces himself to straighten up.
when the other man starts to move again, toward a vase this time, tseng eases off the vibrations until he's started to dust again. this time it's short, sharp bursts of strong vibrations with a two-second gap of nothing between them, designed to let the pleasure fade just enough in between that the next jolt comes as a surprise.
oh, tseng likes this. being able to control someone's body, their arousal, their pleasure, without even laying a hand on them? yeah, this is right up his alley. he lets the hand holding the remote lay casually across his lap, and uses his other hand to lift a cup of tea to his lips, taking a slow sip as his gaze tracks sampo around the room. ]
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that's when tseng presses the button, triggering a series of deep, thrumming vibrations that trail off into gentler tremors before looping back around again. the ripple of pleasure that runs through the other man's body is obvious to tseng, who knows what he's looking for: the shiver, the way his thighs tense and his back arches slightly before he forces himself to straighten up.
when the other man starts to move again, toward a vase this time, tseng eases off the vibrations until he's started to dust again. this time it's short, sharp bursts of strong vibrations with a two-second gap of nothing between them, designed to let the pleasure fade just enough in between that the next jolt comes as a surprise.
oh, tseng likes this. being able to control someone's body, their arousal, their pleasure, without even laying a hand on them? yeah, this is right up his alley. he lets the hand holding the remote lay casually across his lap, and uses his other hand to lift a cup of tea to his lips, taking a slow sip as his gaze tracks sampo around the room. ]