[Or maybe he'll seize the chance to take on the innuendo of his own volition — it's not altogether unexpected, but it is a little surprising, enough so that Rufus's eyelids go heavy and his lips part a fraction as he abruptly becomes preoccupied with the suggestion of heat and pressure.
It's a tease, of course, but it's also one that frays some of the control he's been holding over himself, swelling up with a rush of want as all of a sudden what little contact he's got isn't nearly enough.]
That's right —
[He sounds a little less composed than he did a moment ago. Not surprising, but certainly complimentary.]
Don't tease. Or you might not get your reward at all.
[That's unlikely, at this point, but still. The quality of his threats is certainly blunted by the distraction of pleasure pooling between his legs.]
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It's a tease, of course, but it's also one that frays some of the control he's been holding over himself, swelling up with a rush of want as all of a sudden what little contact he's got isn't nearly enough.]
That's right —
[He sounds a little less composed than he did a moment ago. Not surprising, but certainly complimentary.]
Don't tease. Or you might not get your reward at all.
[That's unlikely, at this point, but still. The quality of his threats is certainly blunted by the distraction of pleasure pooling between his legs.]