So I've been told. [ but so often it's worth it, as it's worth it right now, for the look on sampo's face and the pleasure in that gorgeous moan as he stumbles back against the shelving. tseng turns down the vibrations again, giving sampo a moment of reprieve as he considers what to do with the other man. it wouldn't be right to let him come just like that, when he hadn't even worked to win the game... ]
I'm happy to hear your suggestions.
[ tseng straightens up from the doorframe and crosses the small room to stand in front of sampo. keeping the remote in one hand, he reaches the other one out to slip up under the fluffy tulle of the skirt and into the panties he finds below, curling long, cool fingers around sampo's cock and stroking, slow and almost indulgent. his length his hot in tseng's hand, and tseng hums softly in the back of his throat as he thumbs over the head to smear precum there. ]
You're this wet already and you barely even touched yourself. [ he doesn't sound derisive—if anything, he sounds a little impressed. ] Did it feel that good, knowing people were watching you? That I was watching you?
[ he's thorough with his fingers, making sure to note every little hitch of breath and soft sound that sampo makes, marking the things that feel the best so he can do those again and again. all the while, the little toy keeps buzzing, a steady hum that underscores their quiet conversation.
tseng is more than ready to wrap his fingers around sampo's cock and balls and stave off an orgasm if he must, but he hopes he'll get a little more teasing out of it before they get to that point. ]
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I'm happy to hear your suggestions.
[ tseng straightens up from the doorframe and crosses the small room to stand in front of sampo. keeping the remote in one hand, he reaches the other one out to slip up under the fluffy tulle of the skirt and into the panties he finds below, curling long, cool fingers around sampo's cock and stroking, slow and almost indulgent. his length his hot in tseng's hand, and tseng hums softly in the back of his throat as he thumbs over the head to smear precum there. ]
You're this wet already and you barely even touched yourself. [ he doesn't sound derisive—if anything, he sounds a little impressed. ] Did it feel that good, knowing people were watching you? That I was watching you?
[ he's thorough with his fingers, making sure to note every little hitch of breath and soft sound that sampo makes, marking the things that feel the best so he can do those again and again. all the while, the little toy keeps buzzing, a steady hum that underscores their quiet conversation.
tseng is more than ready to wrap his fingers around sampo's cock and balls and stave off an orgasm if he must, but he hopes he'll get a little more teasing out of it before they get to that point. ]