[ there's a tension in his frame that she rarely sees, muscles taut as if ready to spring at any moment. tseng's preferred wardrobe of slacks and button-down shirts is certainly nice and highlights his lean frame, but here she's reminded of the breadth of his shoulders and chest, the gentle taper of his waist; things often hidden beneath those same tailored lines. she sees and feels the way his stomach tenses under her fingers and feels an answering ache in her lower abdomen, heat flushing through her as she tugs his slacks and underwear down around his thighs. ]
If there's something you like, [ she murmurs, not unlike the first time she'd done so back in his suite. except this time, when she finally takes his cock in hand, she leans in to press gentle kisses along the length of it. ] Tell me.
[ the last time she did this, she'd taken her time to get accustomed to his taste and size. now, she takes her time to feel his warmth against her cheek and nose, to remember the places where he'd liked: the spot just below the ridge, the sensitive vein along the underside. she has yet to take him fully into her mouth, but neither is she in a rush to do so, content for now to simply worship his cock with her lips and tongue. ]
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If there's something you like, [ she murmurs, not unlike the first time she'd done so back in his suite. except this time, when she finally takes his cock in hand, she leans in to press gentle kisses along the length of it. ] Tell me.
[ the last time she did this, she'd taken her time to get accustomed to his taste and size. now, she takes her time to feel his warmth against her cheek and nose, to remember the places where he'd liked: the spot just below the ridge, the sensitive vein along the underside. she has yet to take him fully into her mouth, but neither is she in a rush to do so, content for now to simply worship his cock with her lips and tongue. ]