( Sampo does want to come so badly. He's close β close enough that he's aching for even the barest hint of relief β but then he can't help but wonder whether said relief would be as good as this man making him wait for it. It fills him with a giddy, dizzying feeling of anticipation and naughtiness, and the wolfish slash of his grin suggests that he's thoroughly enjoying himself in spite of being forcibly held back. )
Fuck ... y-yeah, I guess we did make that agreement, huh?
( How could he forget? His voice is shaky, a little breathy, but there's a hum of pleasure in the depths of it. One hands reaches down to card through the other man's hair as he soaks up the plump flush of his lips; he's a stunner, whoever he is, and Sampo's dick twitches miserably against the circle of his fingers as he wets his own mouth with a flick of his tongue. )
How aboutβ
( Whatever Sampo had been intending to say is cut off on a choked little groan as Tseng's lips close around his cock again. He sucks him deep and hard like he wants to torment him as much as possible, his throat tight, slick, and so fucking hot that Sampo's thighs jump and shiver with it.)
Fuck! Fuck, okay, please, please babeβ I wanna come so badβ
( And it's not like his balls aren't trying, overstimulated as he is. Sampo feels them pulse and tighten as Tseng holds back his orgasm with his expert grip, and he scrabbles at the shelving behind him with his free hand as the toy continues to edge him closer and closer still. He throws his head back, his breathing heavy, before forcing himself to look down at him with a wild shine in his eyes: )
Lemme come on that pretty face, please β I promise I'll be as good as you want!
I am begging here also π
( Sampo does want to come so badly. He's close β close enough that he's aching for even the barest hint of relief β but then he can't help but wonder whether said relief would be as good as this man making him wait for it. It fills him with a giddy, dizzying feeling of anticipation and naughtiness, and the wolfish slash of his grin suggests that he's thoroughly enjoying himself in spite of being forcibly held back. )
Fuck ... y-yeah, I guess we did make that agreement, huh?
( How could he forget? His voice is shaky, a little breathy, but there's a hum of pleasure in the depths of it. One hands reaches down to card through the other man's hair as he soaks up the plump flush of his lips; he's a stunner, whoever he is, and Sampo's dick twitches miserably against the circle of his fingers as he wets his own mouth with a flick of his tongue. )
How aboutβ
( Whatever Sampo had been intending to say is cut off on a choked little groan as Tseng's lips close around his cock again. He sucks him deep and hard like he wants to torment him as much as possible, his throat tight, slick, and so fucking hot that Sampo's thighs jump and shiver with it. )
Fuck! Fuck, okay, please, please babeβ I wanna come so badβ
( And it's not like his balls aren't trying, overstimulated as he is. Sampo feels them pulse and tighten as Tseng holds back his orgasm with his expert grip, and he scrabbles at the shelving behind him with his free hand as the toy continues to edge him closer and closer still. He throws his head back, his breathing heavy, before forcing himself to look down at him with a wild shine in his eyes: )
Lemme come on that pretty face, please β I promise I'll be as good as you want!