[ there it is, the moment that sampo's begging goes from theatrical to genuine. it's always nice to meet someone who likes being edged as much as tseng likes edging, so it's certainly not to say that tseng doesn't appreciate the teasing tone of sampo's voice or the way he's clearly enjoying himself—but there's also a unique kind of pleasure in being able to pinpoint the moment that they shift from teasing to real need, real desperation.
for sampo, it's this: the moment that he throws his head back in an effort to catch his breath, and then the look of wild need in his eyes as he brings his gaze back down to meet tseng's. there's something so erotic about it that it almost aches, the knowledge of how far tseng has pushed this beautiful man and how lavishly he's about to be rewarded for his efforts.
and, well. they are in a supply closet, after all. there might never be a better place to let someone come on his face, considering how many cleanup items are close at hand. so tseng pulls back, looks up at sampo as if considering the plea, and then brings his other hand up to wrap around sampo's length and stroke it firmly. ]
Say it again. [ his thumb rubs firmly over the ridged head of sampo's cock, over the slit in the tip, smearing precum and saliva. ] Tell me how badly you want to come. Promise me you'll be good.
[ and if sampo does—which tseng assumes he will—then he'll get what he wants. tseng tips his head back just enough, then releases his grip on sampo's cock, his other hand stroking quick and firm and without hesitation to bring sampo over the edge into climax. ]
i grip your hands and spin u around
for sampo, it's this: the moment that he throws his head back in an effort to catch his breath, and then the look of wild need in his eyes as he brings his gaze back down to meet tseng's. there's something so erotic about it that it almost aches, the knowledge of how far tseng has pushed this beautiful man and how lavishly he's about to be rewarded for his efforts.
and, well. they are in a supply closet, after all. there might never be a better place to let someone come on his face, considering how many cleanup items are close at hand. so tseng pulls back, looks up at sampo as if considering the plea, and then brings his other hand up to wrap around sampo's length and stroke it firmly. ]
Say it again. [ his thumb rubs firmly over the ridged head of sampo's cock, over the slit in the tip, smearing precum and saliva. ] Tell me how badly you want to come. Promise me you'll be good.
[ and if sampo does—which tseng assumes he will—then he'll get what he wants. tseng tips his head back just enough, then releases his grip on sampo's cock, his other hand stroking quick and firm and without hesitation to bring sampo over the edge into climax. ]