[ even if that was all he got, that drag of aerith's palm over his chest and stomach and down to his hip—if that was all she gave him, tseng would be content with the fact of having been touched by her. and for those ten seconds as her hand pauses at his hip, he thinks that's all he will get, until she shifts again and presses her hand right against the bulge of his cock through the thick fabric of his jeans.
tseng is, by nature, a man of few words in both his personal and his professional lives. he prefers to be reticent, to leave the noisemaking to reno, to choose his words carefully so that they have weight when they're used. but aerith's palm against him drives an unexpected noise from him. it's a catch of his breath, almost a moan caught in the back of his throat, the sound muffled against aerith's mouth but still audible in the quiet between them.
it's also her palm that snaps the very last thread of tseng's self-control. his hand moves from her ass and over her thigh, shifting under the fabric of her skirt and hiking it up over his wrist; he withdraws his thigh from between hers, only enough so that he can make room for his hand to slip into her panties.
stop me if i go too far, he had told her. but she hasn't stopped him yet, and assuming she doesn't stop him now, tseng curls his fingers against her clit to rub slow circles there, focusing intently on how she responds. ]
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tseng is, by nature, a man of few words in both his personal and his professional lives. he prefers to be reticent, to leave the noisemaking to reno, to choose his words carefully so that they have weight when they're used. but aerith's palm against him drives an unexpected noise from him. it's a catch of his breath, almost a moan caught in the back of his throat, the sound muffled against aerith's mouth but still audible in the quiet between them.
it's also her palm that snaps the very last thread of tseng's self-control. his hand moves from her ass and over her thigh, shifting under the fabric of her skirt and hiking it up over his wrist; he withdraws his thigh from between hers, only enough so that he can make room for his hand to slip into her panties.
stop me if i go too far, he had told her. but she hasn't stopped him yet, and assuming she doesn't stop him now, tseng curls his fingers against her clit to rub slow circles there, focusing intently on how she responds. ]