I do. [ there's no hesitance in the answer. in fact, when tseng glances up to meet sampo's gaze again, there's enough of a visible smirk on his face to show that he means it entirely. ] There's very little I like more than making lovely messes out of my partners.
[ and sampo is a beautiful mess indeed. his tongue swirls around the tip of tseng's thumb, lascivious and lewd, and tseng feels his own cock throb in the confines of his slacks where it's pressed up against the zip. such a pretty mouth—tseng's looking forward to having his dick inside it.
but that's later.
now, tseng pushes the frilly fabric of sampo's skirt up and presses it to his lower belly with the flat of one palm, holding it out of the way and leaving his cock fully exposed. it gives tseng a clear view of his panties, damp and askew, and the straps of the garters wrapped tightly around muscular thighs. ] Hold this.
[ only when sampo's done as he's told does tseng take half a step back and sink gracefully to his knees. he brings his hands up to smooth the palms over the planes of muscle in sampo's thighs, feeling the minute twitches and shifts of muscle under skin as he adjusts his stance. the contrast of stockings and warm skin is delicious, and tseng hums low under his breath as one hand comes to rest on sampo's hip and the other reaches to steady the base of his cock.
where to begin. with the tip, tseng decides, and he leans forward, putting out his tongue to let sampo's cockhead rest against it. he tastes the sharp tang of precum, the salt musk of clean skin, and drags the flat of his tongue up over the sensitive frenulum and the ridge to tease at the slit with the tip of his tongue, then takes the entire head into his mouth. he sucks at it like it really is sweet as candy, a slow, indulgent throb of pressure from his lips and cheeks as he starts to bob his head, taking a little more with every pass.
this much is clear: it's a purposeful, deeply indulgent blowjob, the kind you only give when you truly enjoy the process and know you're very good at it. tseng asked for begging and he's determined to get it, and he keeps his hand steady at the base of sampo's cock as he works, ready to stave off another orgasm if need be. ]
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[ and sampo is a beautiful mess indeed. his tongue swirls around the tip of tseng's thumb, lascivious and lewd, and tseng feels his own cock throb in the confines of his slacks where it's pressed up against the zip. such a pretty mouth—tseng's looking forward to having his dick inside it.
but that's later.
now, tseng pushes the frilly fabric of sampo's skirt up and presses it to his lower belly with the flat of one palm, holding it out of the way and leaving his cock fully exposed. it gives tseng a clear view of his panties, damp and askew, and the straps of the garters wrapped tightly around muscular thighs. ] Hold this.
[ only when sampo's done as he's told does tseng take half a step back and sink gracefully to his knees. he brings his hands up to smooth the palms over the planes of muscle in sampo's thighs, feeling the minute twitches and shifts of muscle under skin as he adjusts his stance. the contrast of stockings and warm skin is delicious, and tseng hums low under his breath as one hand comes to rest on sampo's hip and the other reaches to steady the base of his cock.
where to begin. with the tip, tseng decides, and he leans forward, putting out his tongue to let sampo's cockhead rest against it. he tastes the sharp tang of precum, the salt musk of clean skin, and drags the flat of his tongue up over the sensitive frenulum and the ridge to tease at the slit with the tip of his tongue, then takes the entire head into his mouth. he sucks at it like it really is sweet as candy, a slow, indulgent throb of pressure from his lips and cheeks as he starts to bob his head, taking a little more with every pass.
this much is clear: it's a purposeful, deeply indulgent blowjob, the kind you only give when you truly enjoy the process and know you're very good at it. tseng asked for begging and he's determined to get it, and he keeps his hand steady at the base of sampo's cock as he works, ready to stave off another orgasm if need be. ]