[ tseng doesn't have to ask, but he does have to ask, because now that he's been given permission he can't be held responsible for what he knows is about to come out of his mouth. least of all because he recognizes gesture that rufus makes, the same one he gives to darkstar to prompt her to bark: a one-handed command that's so subtle it's nearly just a twitch of his wrist, except that tseng has all the same commands memorized.

this is a dream, tseng thinks. this isn't real. rufus can't possibly hold any of this against him. but dream rufus asked for specifics, and tseng is not one to disobey. ]

I would pin you against it, [ tseng says. his need is a roiling furnace inside him, words spilling molten hot from his lips. his eyes land on rufus' mouth, the faint shine of his lower lip; tseng wonders if he tastes as good as he looks. ] Face down, right where your father used to sit. I would put one hand in your hair and one around your wrist, hold you there while I fuck you.

[ his cock throbs between his thighs, a flicker of muscle in his lower stomach. pleasure is a brand against his skin. tseng thinks rufus must be able to read it. ]

I would make you come like that, and then turn you on your back and fuck you again. I would leave you wrecked and dripping, so full of me you can't think straight. I would worship you on this desk, so every time you sit behind it you think about me between your legs.

[ is that specific enough? tseng wonders. ]