[ there's something appealing about a man who's not shy about the noises he makes. the way sampo lets himself gasp and moan and, yes, cry out when tseng turns up the vibrator… every sound that comes from him is gorgeous, so pretty it makes tseng want to reward him.

he turns down the vibrator again, although he leaves it on its lowest setting, a steady little distraction as sampo tries to answer the question. his fingers, for the moment, stay where they are as tseng considers the request. of course, he doesn't need that long to think about it—but he's sort of enjoying the way sampo's thighs quiver as he eases back from the edge of pleasure, and so he draws the moment out just so he can watch more of that. ]

Hmm. [ once a little more of that tension has fled sampo's body, tseng finally releases his grip around the base of the other man's cock. having staved off one orgasm, he knows it'll be a balancing act to keep sampo's pleasure at bay, but tseng is confident he'll be able to manage.

indeed, immediate release is no guarantee at all.

tseng straightens up, his fingertips trailing along the vein that traces the underside of sampo's cock. ] I'm going to be very disappointed if I find that's not the case.

[ he won't be, really, but he likes the way this man responds to his teasing.

speaking of teasing: tseng pinches the head of his cock lightly between two fingers, just enough to squeeze a pearly drop of precum from the tip, and says, ] All right. I'll suck you off, but I won't let you come until I think your begging is pretty enough.

[ his other hand comes up to sampo's face, cupping his jaw and using his thumb to pull his lower lip down and expose the tip of his tongue and that gorgeous, wet mouth. ]

And I'll expect you to return the favor.