[ tseng can't let himself think about that brief flash of irritation in rufus' expression. if he thinks about it, he'll only end up ruminating on what part of this could possibly have caused it, and if this encounter is teaching him anything it's that tseng is more than capable of overthinking every bit of rufus shinra. better to file it away for now and let himself come back to it in the middle of the night when he has nothing else to occupy his brain, when he can give it the thorough consideration it deserves.
with rufus' agreement, and with his assistance to get a pillow, tseng finally, reluctantly releases his grip on rufus' cock in favor of stretching out on the mattress instead. now it's him amidst the rose petals, a dangerous creature of a different breed, and the thought brings the faintest touch of amusement to his lips as he reaches out for rufus, encouraging him to come closer.
as best he tries to hide it, it's impossible for tseng to fully hide the desire he feels as he guides rufus closer. the desire, and the hunger that settles low in the pit of his belly as rufus straddles his head, thighs spread to accommodate tseng's shoulders. in a million years, this is a position he never thought he would see rufus in, and now that he has, tseng isn't sure he'll ever be able to stop thinking about it. ]
Lower your hips. [ no sir, this time. tseng's hands come up to frame rufus' waist, his hipbones, urging him to lower his body enough that tseng can lean up and lick unhesitatingly over his entrance. ]
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with rufus' agreement, and with his assistance to get a pillow, tseng finally, reluctantly releases his grip on rufus' cock in favor of stretching out on the mattress instead. now it's him amidst the rose petals, a dangerous creature of a different breed, and the thought brings the faintest touch of amusement to his lips as he reaches out for rufus, encouraging him to come closer.
as best he tries to hide it, it's impossible for tseng to fully hide the desire he feels as he guides rufus closer. the desire, and the hunger that settles low in the pit of his belly as rufus straddles his head, thighs spread to accommodate tseng's shoulders. in a million years, this is a position he never thought he would see rufus in, and now that he has, tseng isn't sure he'll ever be able to stop thinking about it. ]
Lower your hips. [ no sir, this time. tseng's hands come up to frame rufus' waist, his hipbones, urging him to lower his body enough that tseng can lean up and lick unhesitatingly over his entrance. ]