[It goes both ways; he once told Tseng to kiss him when he wanted, and Tseng once told him to touch as he liked. And so here they are now, with Tseng coming around to reach for him like this and Rufus's own arms lifting to reach back and circle around him when he does. He tells himself it's that he's making a trap of his arms, catching Tseng like it's insurance against the chance of him getting away before he's ready. It's more natural a thought than telling himself that it's because he just wants to hold him, for all that the latter might be the truer version.
Either way, his hands rest at the little hollow at the base of Tseng's spine, and he can taste faint notes of tea when he sweeps his tongue into Tseng's mouth, light and subtle in a way that coffee wouldn't be.]
I like it. You wearing something I gave you. Marking you.
[He pauses, brushing his nose against Tseng's before chuckling low under his breath.]
Far better than thinking about my father doting on Verdot.
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[It goes both ways; he once told Tseng to kiss him when he wanted, and Tseng once told him to touch as he liked. And so here they are now, with Tseng coming around to reach for him like this and Rufus's own arms lifting to reach back and circle around him when he does. He tells himself it's that he's making a trap of his arms, catching Tseng like it's insurance against the chance of him getting away before he's ready. It's more natural a thought than telling himself that it's because he just wants to hold him, for all that the latter might be the truer version.
Either way, his hands rest at the little hollow at the base of Tseng's spine, and he can taste faint notes of tea when he sweeps his tongue into Tseng's mouth, light and subtle in a way that coffee wouldn't be.]
I like it. You wearing something I gave you. Marking you.
[He pauses, brushing his nose against Tseng's before chuckling low under his breath.]
Far better than thinking about my father doting on Verdot.