[ it's impossible to deny that every warning klaxon in tseng's head is ringing in unison right now, telling him how bad an idea it is to put himself in this position with aerith. it is absolutely going to complicate their working relationship, insofar as they have a working relationship in this place, if tseng can't lay eyes on her without thinking about what she looks like when she comes.
but through the haze of desire enveloping tseng's brain, his conclusion isn't that he shouldn't do this. his conclusion is that he just won't look at her when she comes, and that'll make all the difference. right? right.
her deft fingers find the button and zip of his jeans, tugging the fly open so she can work her hand inside. tseng inhales sharply against her mouth as those careful fingers circle the girth of him, and his cock twitches obviously in her grip, a response both to her touch and to the sound of her moan. to be honest, he doesn't even hear the little quip from the paintings—he's too busy letting his world narrow down to this, to her, to her hand and her mouth and the warmth of her body.
in response, or perhaps in reward, tseng pushes his fingers deeper into her panties, curling them just right to slide both of them inside her cunt. she's so wet, so hot inside, enough that the slide alone makes him swallow back a noise, enough that when he starts to fuck her with those fingers the slick sound of them is audible even under their combined breathing. he moves his hand slowly for now, but deep and intentional, his fingers pressing forward against her inner walls to make sure he rubs in the right places each time he withdraws and pushes in again. ]
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but through the haze of desire enveloping tseng's brain, his conclusion isn't that he shouldn't do this. his conclusion is that he just won't look at her when she comes, and that'll make all the difference. right? right.
her deft fingers find the button and zip of his jeans, tugging the fly open so she can work her hand inside. tseng inhales sharply against her mouth as those careful fingers circle the girth of him, and his cock twitches obviously in her grip, a response both to her touch and to the sound of her moan. to be honest, he doesn't even hear the little quip from the paintings—he's too busy letting his world narrow down to this, to her, to her hand and her mouth and the warmth of her body.
in response, or perhaps in reward, tseng pushes his fingers deeper into her panties, curling them just right to slide both of them inside her cunt. she's so wet, so hot inside, enough that the slide alone makes him swallow back a noise, enough that when he starts to fuck her with those fingers the slick sound of them is audible even under their combined breathing. he moves his hand slowly for now, but deep and intentional, his fingers pressing forward against her inner walls to make sure he rubs in the right places each time he withdraws and pushes in again. ]