[Shit, shit .. shit. Reno's mind is racing a hundred miles per hour, too fast, to uncontrolled, and without any coherence whatsoever. He's trapped in a trap of his own making, and he wonders if he should've given in earlier, and how different it would've played out in comparison to this, but then Rufus' teeth scratch over his lip and his tongue invades his mouth and Reno can't help but to respond hungrily to the sensation, searching for more contact by subtle pressing his hips ever so slightly more into Rufus' hand.
His president started this and if he wants him to finish it, he just needs that little bit more pressure, a bit more sensation, even though he's already twitching and throbbing in his slacks and Reno knows he is close.
It should probably be more embarrassing, to get jerked off through his pants and already being this close, but the amount of adrenaline that's coursing through Reno's veins is doing enough to push him closer and closer to the edge. He is an adrenaline junky alright, he just didn't think that it would include making out with his top boss in the middle of a crowded room and being expected to come into his pants on command.
And yet, and yet... It's exactly that thought, and a very controlled twist of Rufus' hand, that makes Reno's body tense suddenly and moan into the kiss as he crashes right over that edge, the front of his pants suddenly getting damp under Rufus' palm.
All Reno can think of as his body shudders at his release is one simple word: Fuck.]
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Reno's mind is racing a hundred miles per hour, too fast, to uncontrolled, and without any coherence whatsoever.
He's trapped in a trap of his own making, and he wonders if he should've given in earlier, and how different it would've played out in comparison to this, but then Rufus' teeth scratch over his lip and his tongue invades his mouth and Reno can't help but to respond hungrily to the sensation, searching for more contact by subtle pressing his hips ever so slightly more into Rufus' hand.
His president started this and if he wants him to finish it, he just needs that little bit more pressure, a bit more sensation, even though he's already twitching and throbbing in his slacks and Reno knows he is close.
It should probably be more embarrassing, to get jerked off through his pants and already being this close, but the amount of adrenaline that's coursing through Reno's veins is doing enough to push him closer and closer to the edge.
He is an adrenaline junky alright, he just didn't think that it would include making out with his top boss in the middle of a crowded room and being expected to come into his pants on command.
And yet, and yet... It's exactly that thought, and a very controlled twist of Rufus' hand, that makes Reno's body tense suddenly and moan into the kiss as he crashes right over that edge, the front of his pants suddenly getting damp under Rufus' palm.
All Reno can think of as his body shudders at his release is one simple word:
Fuck.]