( Sampo releases a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding when the vibrations fade again. The man closes the distance between them and he finds himself with nowhere to go β but why would he want to, when this Real Bastard is looking at him like he wants nothing more than to split him open and figure out how he works? There's something darkly attractive about him β something more than his stunningly handsome profile, his dark eyes, and the smooth curl of his mouth β and Sampo wets suddenly dry lips with a flick of his tongue as that hand slides under his skirt and wraps around his cock. )
Hah ...
( Long lashes veil his eyes for a moment as they slide shut on a wash of pleasure; Sampo shivers when Tseng thumbs over the head and begins to stroke him properly, the unaffected silk of his cadence sliding hot against him as he plays him like some kind of instrument. Heat rises into his cheeks as he grips a little tighter at the shelf he's holding onto, his now free hand hesitating for a moment before reaching to curl into the man's jacket.
Those words hit their mark. Sampo has always considered himself the confident sort: he knows what he likes, how he likes it, and is willing to try most anything once, but the idea of being seen by others in such a state without some careful planning beforehand? That had been something he'd reflexively tried to avoid; something that smacked of a power balance the likes of which should have been a dramatic turn-off.
... Funny, then, how his cock was harder than ever the whole time, and funny how he'd had to retreat into a closer to try and get himself off as quickly as possible. Can't blame it all on the buzzing of the toy.
Sampo swallows another groan as he arches against him with a sigh, his lashes low and his grin a lazy, cheeky thing that turns his lips up at the corners. He rocks up into his hand as he spreads his bent-up leg a little wider to open himself up to more: )
Maybe I did. Can't say I thought much of it while I was crawling around on the floor out there, but my dick was giving me grief for it the whole time.
( Don't think about it too much, Sampo. It's probably just a phase. )
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( Sampo releases a breath he didn't realise he'd been holding when the vibrations fade again. The man closes the distance between them and he finds himself with nowhere to go β but why would he want to, when this Real Bastard is looking at him like he wants nothing more than to split him open and figure out how he works? There's something darkly attractive about him β something more than his stunningly handsome profile, his dark eyes, and the smooth curl of his mouth β and Sampo wets suddenly dry lips with a flick of his tongue as that hand slides under his skirt and wraps around his cock. )
Hah ...
( Long lashes veil his eyes for a moment as they slide shut on a wash of pleasure; Sampo shivers when Tseng thumbs over the head and begins to stroke him properly, the unaffected silk of his cadence sliding hot against him as he plays him like some kind of instrument. Heat rises into his cheeks as he grips a little tighter at the shelf he's holding onto, his now free hand hesitating for a moment before reaching to curl into the man's jacket.
Those words hit their mark. Sampo has always considered himself the confident sort: he knows what he likes, how he likes it, and is willing to try most anything once, but the idea of being seen by others in such a state without some careful planning beforehand? That had been something he'd reflexively tried to avoid; something that smacked of a power balance the likes of which should have been a dramatic turn-off.
... Funny, then, how his cock was harder than ever the whole time, and funny how he'd had to retreat into a closer to try and get himself off as quickly as possible. Can't blame it all on the buzzing of the toy.
Sampo swallows another groan as he arches against him with a sigh, his lashes low and his grin a lazy, cheeky thing that turns his lips up at the corners. He rocks up into his hand as he spreads his bent-up leg a little wider to open himself up to more: )
Maybe I did. Can't say I thought much of it while I was crawling around on the floor out there, but my dick was giving me grief for it the whole time.
( Don't think about it too much, Sampo. It's probably just a phase. )
... You saw that, huh?