[ honestly, he would have. he meant to—it's just that hearing rufus say he wants tseng was enough to sear all other logical thought from his brain, and with it the idea of putting his hand around rufus' dick. and now, with the full length of his cock buried inside rufus, tseng can think of nothing else except how badly he wants to make rufus come.
not to come himself, although inevitably that will be a consequence of what they're doing here. no—at the root of it this dream has always been about rufus. in the privacy of his own subconscious tseng will make demands of him, yes, will be harsh and demeaning and a little bit of a bully, but it has always been and always will be in service of rufus' pleasure. ]
Hah— [ tseng grits a breath out between clenched teeth, a sound that's half moan, half breathless laugh. even like this, rufus has it in him to give orders. ] Say please.
[ not that he has any control over it, now. tseng couldn't stop himself moaning if he tried, and no matter how much he tries to swallow them down, to bite them back, he can't help the way they spill from his throat, staccato little noises of pleasure as he fucks rufus like nothing else exists. he leans forward over rufus, his hair sliding over his shoulder to drag over the pale, bare skin of his back, a contrast of color that hits tseng in the solar plexus and leaves him momentarily breathless.
it's a supernova all over again when rufus finds purchase on the surface of the desk and begins to rock his hip back to meet tseng's. so that's the angle, then—tseng holds it, precise and steady, his cock rubbing directly over that same place inside rufus again and again. ]
no subject
not to come himself, although inevitably that will be a consequence of what they're doing here. no—at the root of it this dream has always been about rufus. in the privacy of his own subconscious tseng will make demands of him, yes, will be harsh and demeaning and a little bit of a bully, but it has always been and always will be in service of rufus' pleasure. ]
Hah— [ tseng grits a breath out between clenched teeth, a sound that's half moan, half breathless laugh. even like this, rufus has it in him to give orders. ] Say please.
[ not that he has any control over it, now. tseng couldn't stop himself moaning if he tried, and no matter how much he tries to swallow them down, to bite them back, he can't help the way they spill from his throat, staccato little noises of pleasure as he fucks rufus like nothing else exists. he leans forward over rufus, his hair sliding over his shoulder to drag over the pale, bare skin of his back, a contrast of color that hits tseng in the solar plexus and leaves him momentarily breathless.
it's a supernova all over again when rufus finds purchase on the surface of the desk and begins to rock his hip back to meet tseng's. so that's the angle, then—tseng holds it, precise and steady, his cock rubbing directly over that same place inside rufus again and again. ]