[ although it wasn't the intent behind keeping his jeans on, tseng appreciates the permissiveness of it—the fact that the layer of fabric between skin and hand seems to make it easier for rufus to reach out and grab. it does feel good to be touched, even with denim in the way, and even though as rufus drags him closer tseng has to be careful about where he lets that denim rub.
what he's learning, too, is that rufus is sensitive. it's not unexpected, considering how rarely he lets people touch him, but it does make something not unlike self-satisfaction simmer low in tseng's belly to feel how wet rufus' cock is and know it's because of him. it makes him want to see how much more sensitive rufus can be, makes him want to tease just for the sake of watching the way he might writhe.
(this is a train of thought that will mortify tseng, later, when he has all his faculties back in working order.)
eventually, after what feels like an age of kissing and slow indulgent handjobs, tseng pulls back, his mouth slick and swollen with kissing and his pupils blown so dark they swallow the amber of his eyes. he looks down at rufus, and for a flicker of a moment his gaze is openly hungry before he schools his expression into something cool and unflappable. ]
I'll lay on my back, sir. [ his hand is still moving, dragging slow over rufus' cock. ] You should face down my body.
[ for two reasons, both of which tseng trusts rufus will be able to glean: ability to breathe, for tseng's part, and for rufus' part, so that when he comes it'll be tseng's chest he makes a mess of. ]
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what he's learning, too, is that rufus is sensitive. it's not unexpected, considering how rarely he lets people touch him, but it does make something not unlike self-satisfaction simmer low in tseng's belly to feel how wet rufus' cock is and know it's because of him. it makes him want to see how much more sensitive rufus can be, makes him want to tease just for the sake of watching the way he might writhe.
(this is a train of thought that will mortify tseng, later, when he has all his faculties back in working order.)
eventually, after what feels like an age of kissing and slow indulgent handjobs, tseng pulls back, his mouth slick and swollen with kissing and his pupils blown so dark they swallow the amber of his eyes. he looks down at rufus, and for a flicker of a moment his gaze is openly hungry before he schools his expression into something cool and unflappable. ]
I'll lay on my back, sir. [ his hand is still moving, dragging slow over rufus' cock. ] You should face down my body.
[ for two reasons, both of which tseng trusts rufus will be able to glean: ability to breathe, for tseng's part, and for rufus' part, so that when he comes it'll be tseng's chest he makes a mess of. ]