[ very much like a cat, a particularly satisfied one at that. tseng smiles and strokes his thumb across sasuke's cheekbone, finding himself endeared by even such a small gesture. ]
I didn't think it was, but I have to admit I'm feeling very smug about it.
[ and why wouldn't he be? it's unbelievably satisfying to have this kind of effect on sasuke, to be able to drive him this wild. tseng doesn't take it for granted, that he's being allowed to see sasuke vulnerable, that he's sometimes given the reins of sasuke's pleasure and trusted to make it worthwhile.
he lets sasuke stay on his knees for a moment, but eventually tseng does lean down to rest a hand on sasuke's bicep, carefully encouraging him to stand. slowly, of course, out of consideration for the fact that his knees are likely sore—tseng's kitchen floors certainly weren't laid with kneeling comfort in mind. ]
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I didn't think it was, but I have to admit I'm feeling very smug about it.
[ and why wouldn't he be? it's unbelievably satisfying to have this kind of effect on sasuke, to be able to drive him this wild. tseng doesn't take it for granted, that he's being allowed to see sasuke vulnerable, that he's sometimes given the reins of sasuke's pleasure and trusted to make it worthwhile.
he lets sasuke stay on his knees for a moment, but eventually tseng does lean down to rest a hand on sasuke's bicep, carefully encouraging him to stand. slowly, of course, out of consideration for the fact that his knees are likely sore—tseng's kitchen floors certainly weren't laid with kneeling comfort in mind. ]
Would you let me wash your face?