[ the circuit the man is on seems to take him around the perimeter of the room, starting at the entryway and slowly working his way around toward where tseng is sitting. it's a good path, for tseng—means that he gets to keep an eye on the other man's responses as he slowly approaches, the way he gets increasingly more flustered and more aroused the more tseng plays with him.
and make no mistake, tseng is playing with him. he changes the pattern of the vibrations with every press of the button in his hand, but he is absolutely timing the increased sensation to ensure that sampo has just enough time to think he's safe before he's overwhelmed by sensation again. it's no fun if it's easy, after all, whether that means easy to find tseng or easy to get off.
it'll take more than a pretty man getting hard for him to make tseng break his cover, but even he has to admit that when sampo braces himself against one of the podiums and shoves his hand down between his thighs, he comes pretty close to a noticeable inhalation. at least it seems more like he's trying to stave off the inevitable than trying to bring himself to completion, which is the only reason tseng doesn't turn the toy off entirely—and he's rewarded for that decision by the sight of sampo dropping to his knees and crawling to examine the base of a different stand, garters straining over the muscles in his thighs and his legs trembling with pleasure.
the plea, when it comes, earns a quirk of tseng's lips as he lifts his cup again. it's still not that easy—but he likes how bold this guy is, announcing to the entire lobby that he's being teased like he is.
idly, tseng uncrosses his legs, then crosses them again, adjusting his posture to make room for the growing erection between his thighs. ]
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and make no mistake, tseng is playing with him. he changes the pattern of the vibrations with every press of the button in his hand, but he is absolutely timing the increased sensation to ensure that sampo has just enough time to think he's safe before he's overwhelmed by sensation again. it's no fun if it's easy, after all, whether that means easy to find tseng or easy to get off.
it'll take more than a pretty man getting hard for him to make tseng break his cover, but even he has to admit that when sampo braces himself against one of the podiums and shoves his hand down between his thighs, he comes pretty close to a noticeable inhalation. at least it seems more like he's trying to stave off the inevitable than trying to bring himself to completion, which is the only reason tseng doesn't turn the toy off entirely—and he's rewarded for that decision by the sight of sampo dropping to his knees and crawling to examine the base of a different stand, garters straining over the muscles in his thighs and his legs trembling with pleasure.
the plea, when it comes, earns a quirk of tseng's lips as he lifts his cup again. it's still not that easy—but he likes how bold this guy is, announcing to the entire lobby that he's being teased like he is.
idly, tseng uncrosses his legs, then crosses them again, adjusting his posture to make room for the growing erection between his thighs. ]