[ ah. rufus crosses one leg over the other and tseng's mouth floods wet and ravenous with desire. he is beginning to lose the battle with himself, the battle to keep himself from visibly hardening under rufus' scrutiny. he can feel his cock twitch and begin to swell, despite the slow, calming breath he takes in an effort to tame his body again. he is a wild thing, untethered; he is leashed to rufus' whims. ]
Sir. [ tseng takes a step closer, and then another, until he's slightly to the left of rufus' crossed legs. close enough that rufus could reach out and press the palm of his hand flat to tseng's chest if he wanted to.
at this distance, and in this light, it would be impossible for rufus to miss the way that tseng's eyes blown dark with arousal. he fixes his gaze on rufus, and then allows it to trail slowly down the long, pale line of rufus' throat, over the dip where his clavicles meet, over the exposed plane of his chest and stomach—and then up again to meet his eyes again. ]
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Sir. [ tseng takes a step closer, and then another, until he's slightly to the left of rufus' crossed legs. close enough that rufus could reach out and press the palm of his hand flat to tseng's chest if he wanted to.
at this distance, and in this light, it would be impossible for rufus to miss the way that tseng's eyes blown dark with arousal. he fixes his gaze on rufus, and then allows it to trail slowly down the long, pale line of rufus' throat, over the dip where his clavicles meet, over the exposed plane of his chest and stomach—and then up again to meet his eyes again. ]
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