[ on the other hand, tseng's train of thought runs almost entirely counter to rufus'. almost, because on some points he agrees: they are gaudy, a little too on-the-nose, too bright against the coverlet. but as he stands at the end of the bed and looks down at rufus' form, tseng can't help the thought that rufus himself is gorgeous among them, not because the petals suit him, but because there's something appealing about a creature so dangerous amidst such delicate surroundings.
without removing his gaze from rufus where he's sprawled out on the bed, tseng reaches up to undo the elastic holding his hair back out of his face. he probably should tie it all back, to keep it out of the way of arms and knees, but instead he slips the elastic around his wrist and lets the strands of it fall around his shoulders to frame his face.
tseng climbs onto the bed to join rufus, crawling right up between his slightly spread thighs like he has a right to be there, and he leans over to press his mouth to rufus' for another lingering, thorough kiss. this will be more comfortable if tseng is on his back, but he thinks they can take their time getting there—there's no urgency in this room, save for their own.
in fact, speaking of indulgences. with one arm braced on the mattress next to rufus' shoulder, tseng brings up his other hand, fingertips trailing presumptuously up the soft skin of rufus' inner thigh so he can wrap his hand around rufus' cock again. it's easier at this angle, with no trousers in the way—gives tseng far better leverage to stroke with, using rufus' own precum as lube. ]
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without removing his gaze from rufus where he's sprawled out on the bed, tseng reaches up to undo the elastic holding his hair back out of his face. he probably should tie it all back, to keep it out of the way of arms and knees, but instead he slips the elastic around his wrist and lets the strands of it fall around his shoulders to frame his face.
tseng climbs onto the bed to join rufus, crawling right up between his slightly spread thighs like he has a right to be there, and he leans over to press his mouth to rufus' for another lingering, thorough kiss. this will be more comfortable if tseng is on his back, but he thinks they can take their time getting there—there's no urgency in this room, save for their own.
in fact, speaking of indulgences. with one arm braced on the mattress next to rufus' shoulder, tseng brings up his other hand, fingertips trailing presumptuously up the soft skin of rufus' inner thigh so he can wrap his hand around rufus' cock again. it's easier at this angle, with no trousers in the way—gives tseng far better leverage to stroke with, using rufus' own precum as lube. ]