Sampo laughs breathlessly as Tseng's instructions sink another hook of pleasure into his gut; it pulls him away from the shelves hips-first, his whole body shivering with it, because fuck if he doesn't look picture-perfect with his open lips and his hand around his dick. )
I want itβ fuck, sweetheart, I never wanted to come so badβ
( His balls shift up against his body as a bold of tension ripples up his thighs and squeezes at his hole. A wet, whining sound escapes him as his grip on the shelves turns white, each breath squeezing out of him just a little harder as he's pulled towards the end of that knife's edge. )
Promise β oh fuck, I promise, I promise I'll be so goodβ so good for you babeβ
( The pressure at the base of his dick lifts. Sampo shrieks. Hopefully Tseng has done this enough that he can time the precise moment a person comes to his edging, because Sampo doesn't get in so much as a breath before he's spurting hot ropes of come across his face. It's a hard, borderline painful orgasm after having been held off for so long, and his cock throbs and jumps with each pulse as he empties his aching balls.
He's gonna die. Oh, he's gonna die, and he won't even get the chance to thank the guy for giving him the sweetest death imaginable.
By the time he's finished Sampo is a shaking, sweating mess, and he collapses back against the shelves with a dazed little moan as he tries to gather himself enough to speak. )
You ... hnβ
( But he's already grinning his trademark grin β for all it's a little less wolfish and a lot more stupid than usual. )
Now, if I was a little less in my right mindβ ( Sampo chuckles again, still panting, before tossing a cheeky wink down at Tseng. ) I'd be asking to ask you to marry me right about now.
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( This guy really is too much.
Sampo laughs breathlessly as Tseng's instructions sink another hook of pleasure into his gut; it pulls him away from the shelves hips-first, his whole body shivering with it, because fuck if he doesn't look picture-perfect with his open lips and his hand around his dick. )
I want itβ fuck, sweetheart, I never wanted to come so badβ
( His balls shift up against his body as a bold of tension ripples up his thighs and squeezes at his hole. A wet, whining sound escapes him as his grip on the shelves turns white, each breath squeezing out of him just a little harder as he's pulled towards the end of that knife's edge. )
Promise β oh fuck, I promise, I promise I'll be so goodβ so good for you babeβ
( The pressure at the base of his dick lifts. Sampo shrieks. Hopefully Tseng has done this enough that he can time the precise moment a person comes to his edging, because Sampo doesn't get in so much as a breath before he's spurting hot ropes of come across his face. It's a hard, borderline painful orgasm after having been held off for so long, and his cock throbs and jumps with each pulse as he empties his aching balls.
He's gonna die. Oh, he's gonna die, and he won't even get the chance to thank the guy for giving him the sweetest death imaginable.
By the time he's finished Sampo is a shaking, sweating mess, and he collapses back against the shelves with a dazed little moan as he tries to gather himself enough to speak. )
You ... hnβ
( But he's already grinning his trademark grin β for all it's a little less wolfish and a lot more stupid than usual. )
Now, if I was a little less in my right mindβ ( Sampo chuckles again, still panting, before tossing a cheeky wink down at Tseng. ) I'd be asking to ask you to marry me right about now.
( After head like that, what man wouldn't?! )