[ tseng's pants didn't come off because they don't need to come off, because his pleasure isn't the objective here, and because the only thing that seems more complicated than eating his boss out is eating his boss out and letting his boss know how hard it got him. he lets go of rufus' cock when it becomes necessary, to let him bend and push his jeans down over his hips and thighs—what tseng is expecting is for rufus to get on the bed, or to tell tseng to get on the bed. he isn't expecting that rufus will pull their bodies flush, his thigh slipping between tseng's to press right up against the erection he'd worked so hard to hide.
it does earn him another noise, too, a low, rough sound of pleasure in the back of tseng's throat as one hand goes to rufus' hip and the other curls around the back of his neck. for the first time, if rufus knows what to look for, he might see some color come to tseng's cheeks, although the low lighting makes it hard to be sure. ]
Sir—
[ his voice comes out steady, at least, although there's a tension in it that isn't there ordinarily. very well—if that's how rufus is going to be about it. tseng lifts both hands, presses them squarely to rufus' chest, and pushes him backward onto the mattress. ]
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it does earn him another noise, too, a low, rough sound of pleasure in the back of tseng's throat as one hand goes to rufus' hip and the other curls around the back of his neck. for the first time, if rufus knows what to look for, he might see some color come to tseng's cheeks, although the low lighting makes it hard to be sure. ]
Sir—
[ his voice comes out steady, at least, although there's a tension in it that isn't there ordinarily. very well—if that's how rufus is going to be about it. tseng lifts both hands, presses them squarely to rufus' chest, and pushes him backward onto the mattress. ]