[ for better or for worse, tseng can sense every shift in rufus' body language. he can read rufus like text on a page, and he knows when the tension of orgasm is starting to grip him, can practically see the heat and pleasure overtaking him until he's breathless and taut and shivering. it's exactly what tseng wants: to fuck rufus to the very edge of his coherence, to make an absolute mess of him. even if he won't achieve his goal of leaving rufus utterly insensate, it's enough to know that it's tseng's touch bringing rufus to the brink like this, that it's tseng's cock and tseng's mouth and tseng's fingers leaving him this undone.
even without seeing rufus' face, tseng can pinpoint exactly the moment that he shudders over the edge into orgasm. his cock throbs in tseng's hand just before he spills, and his ass goes tight, muscles fluttering around tseng's length. he strokes rufus through it, merciless, and doesn't so much as pause the movements of his hips—tseng intends to fuck rufus right through this, now chasing his own pleasure just as much as rufus'.
it doesn't take long. another minute, maybe, of deep, steady thrusts and strokes made slicker by rufus' cum. another minute at most, and then tseng's breath hitches in his throat, spills out into a moan that he can't bother to stifle behind a bitten lip. he thrusts deep, as deep into rufus as he can, and comes with a sharp inhale and a quiet haah, fuck and then a series of shuddering breaths as he comes, cock throbbing and filling rufus with his spend. it's fine. it's fine—it's a dream. they don't have to worry about cleanup. ]
Rufus... [ a murmur, absent. no point to it at all.
tseng lets go of his cock, finally, and braces his messy hand against rufus' hip as he leans forward, arched over rufus' back, to press his lips between rufus' collarbones. then, before he can think better of it, tseng drags his tongue up a few inches of rufus' spine, a thoughtless possessive gesture born of nothing more than the idle thought i want to taste his sweat. ]
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even without seeing rufus' face, tseng can pinpoint exactly the moment that he shudders over the edge into orgasm. his cock throbs in tseng's hand just before he spills, and his ass goes tight, muscles fluttering around tseng's length. he strokes rufus through it, merciless, and doesn't so much as pause the movements of his hips—tseng intends to fuck rufus right through this, now chasing his own pleasure just as much as rufus'.
it doesn't take long. another minute, maybe, of deep, steady thrusts and strokes made slicker by rufus' cum. another minute at most, and then tseng's breath hitches in his throat, spills out into a moan that he can't bother to stifle behind a bitten lip. he thrusts deep, as deep into rufus as he can, and comes with a sharp inhale and a quiet haah, fuck and then a series of shuddering breaths as he comes, cock throbbing and filling rufus with his spend. it's fine. it's fine—it's a dream. they don't have to worry about cleanup. ]
Rufus... [ a murmur, absent. no point to it at all.
tseng lets go of his cock, finally, and braces his messy hand against rufus' hip as he leans forward, arched over rufus' back, to press his lips between rufus' collarbones. then, before he can think better of it, tseng drags his tongue up a few inches of rufus' spine, a thoughtless possessive gesture born of nothing more than the idle thought i want to taste his sweat. ]