[ tseng lifts an eyebrow, his hand still moving steadily even as sampo squirms and his hips jerk a little in response to the vibrations. there’s something about this, too, how aware sampo seems of his own appeal, using his lovely dark lashes and fine features to their utmost advantage.
tseng leans in enough to give sampo want he clearly wants. their noses rub together, and their mouths are so close that tseng can feel the warm wash of sampo’s breath against his lips. ]
That’s twice now I’ve asked you to tell me how you want to come. I won’t ask a third time.
[ despite how hard he is in his own slacks, despite the heat running its thoughtful fingers up the lattice of his spine, tseng’s voice is cool and unaffected. he tightens his grip at the tip of sampo’s cock and rubs his thumb in purposeful, teasing little circles around the slit at the tip, smearing wet. ]
No catch.
[ the statement is both a promise and a threat. if sampo wants to give input about how tseng brings him to orgasm, he had better speak now or hold his peace.
in fact, tseng will kindly give him the opportunity to do so. he strokes sampo’s cock one more time, from root to tip, and then reaches down to curl his fingers around the base of it. a neat, firm grip, thumb against the side, fingers tucked neatly below his balls, squeezing just firmly enough that sampo couldn’t come if he wanted to.
tseng lets go of sampo’s chin and reaches for the remote control again, nudging the vibrations another level higher. ]
no subject
tseng leans in enough to give sampo want he clearly wants. their noses rub together, and their mouths are so close that tseng can feel the warm wash of sampo’s breath against his lips. ]
That’s twice now I’ve asked you to tell me how you want to come. I won’t ask a third time.
[ despite how hard he is in his own slacks, despite the heat running its thoughtful fingers up the lattice of his spine, tseng’s voice is cool and unaffected. he tightens his grip at the tip of sampo’s cock and rubs his thumb in purposeful, teasing little circles around the slit at the tip, smearing wet. ]
No catch.
[ the statement is both a promise and a threat. if sampo wants to give input about how tseng brings him to orgasm, he had better speak now or hold his peace.
in fact, tseng will kindly give him the opportunity to do so. he strokes sampo’s cock one more time, from root to tip, and then reaches down to curl his fingers around the base of it. a neat, firm grip, thumb against the side, fingers tucked neatly below his balls, squeezing just firmly enough that sampo couldn’t come if he wanted to.
tseng lets go of sampo’s chin and reaches for the remote control again, nudging the vibrations another level higher. ]