[ the fact that rufus visibly flushes is enough to tell tseng that something he's said has resonated. it sparks an answering heat in tseng's belly, pleasantly surprised—although, come to think of it, should it be a surprise at all? maybe it's a matter of course. if this is tseng's dream, then doesn't it stand to reason that it would cater to his desires, that the rufus of his subconscious would be turned on by the things tseng wants to do to him?
rufus slips off the desk and crowds into tseng's personal space. his body radiates heat like a small sun, and tseng's nails bite into his palms for the effort it takes not to reach out and put his hands all over rufus' body, at his waist, up his sides, his chest, his back. once he allows himself that indulgence, tseng knows it's over for him—that will be the drop of water that breaks the dam.
he cannot, however, stop himself from tilting his head just enough that rufus' nose slots against his perfectly, that their lips brush when rufus speaks, the contact a wildfire threatening to consume tseng whole. ]
I don't think about what he would hate, [ he murmurs back. he can feel the heat of rufus' breath against his mouth, can all but hear the thud of rufus' heartbeat in his ribcage. ] I want it. I would love it.
[ the thread of tseng's self-control stretches thin, strains under the pressure of holding him back. he swallows hard. ]
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rufus slips off the desk and crowds into tseng's personal space. his body radiates heat like a small sun, and tseng's nails bite into his palms for the effort it takes not to reach out and put his hands all over rufus' body, at his waist, up his sides, his chest, his back. once he allows himself that indulgence, tseng knows it's over for him—that will be the drop of water that breaks the dam.
he cannot, however, stop himself from tilting his head just enough that rufus' nose slots against his perfectly, that their lips brush when rufus speaks, the contact a wildfire threatening to consume tseng whole. ]
I don't think about what he would hate, [ he murmurs back. he can feel the heat of rufus' breath against his mouth, can all but hear the thud of rufus' heartbeat in his ribcage. ] I want it. I would love it.
[ the thread of tseng's self-control stretches thin, strains under the pressure of holding him back. he swallows hard. ]
Tell me you want it too and it's yours.