( Dry as they are, Sampo relishes the other man's easy strokes. He's too wound up to care that there's a slight edge of discomfort β fuck, right now it only serves to make the whole scene hotter β and he lets his head thunk back against the shelf as the vibrations inside him intensify again. There's a moment in which he almost says something about the guy having it in for him, but then a palm cups his face and all Sampo can focus on are those beautiful dark eyes, the slope of his nose, and the tempting fullness of his mouth.
He lucked out hard with this one, huh?
Fortunately, the man breaks through his dazed reverie by reaching for the lube before Sampo can do or say anything especially embarrassing. Sampo blinks through the moment then has to choke back a little groan; the lube is cold and Tseng isn't taking his time with him, leading to a confusing conflict of sensation as his hips squirm up into his palm. )
I mean if this is what you're offering, I'll take it.
( He manages, offering a breathless little laugh. Sampo reaches up to card a hand through the ink-black fall of his hair, his lashes fluttering briefly as the vibrator pushes more precome up to pearl at his already wet cock. )
But if I want more ...
( Sampo's lashes lower as he leans in close to let the tips of their noses brush. )
no subject
( Dry as they are, Sampo relishes the other man's easy strokes. He's too wound up to care that there's a slight edge of discomfort β fuck, right now it only serves to make the whole scene hotter β and he lets his head thunk back against the shelf as the vibrations inside him intensify again. There's a moment in which he almost says something about the guy having it in for him, but then a palm cups his face and all Sampo can focus on are those beautiful dark eyes, the slope of his nose, and the tempting fullness of his mouth.
He lucked out hard with this one, huh?
Fortunately, the man breaks through his dazed reverie by reaching for the lube before Sampo can do or say anything especially embarrassing. Sampo blinks through the moment then has to choke back a little groan; the lube is cold and Tseng isn't taking his time with him, leading to a confusing conflict of sensation as his hips squirm up into his palm. )
I mean if this is what you're offering, I'll take it.
( He manages, offering a breathless little laugh. Sampo reaches up to card a hand through the ink-black fall of his hair, his lashes fluttering briefly as the vibrator pushes more precome up to pearl at his already wet cock. )
But if I want more ...
( Sampo's lashes lower as he leans in close to let the tips of their noses brush. )
What's the catch, handsome?