[ when they pull apart, tseng becomes keenly aware of the heat of rufus' hands through the thin fabric of his shirt, how rufus' arms are strong and steady where they're wrapped around tseng's waist. it is, he thinks, the most they've ever touched each other on purpose outside of the times they've been intimate with each other in one way or another, and while it is also very much not something president shinra would do with the director of the turks, tseng thinks he likes this being something that happens between rufus and tseng.
he does, however, huff a laugh followed by a light, almost tentative tug to the hair at the nape of rufus' neck. it's soft, as it always is when rufus spends the night here, absent any kind of styling product when he doesn't need to play a role. ]
I am begging you not to mention your father or Verdot while we're kissing, [ tseng says, before he presses another kiss to rufus' mouth. even if he doesn't think he's fond of having parallels drawn between them, it certainly doesn't bother him enough to stop kissing rufus.
after a moment, tseng draws back and slowly lets go of rufus, aware as he is that he's interrupted the attempt at morning coffee. still, even when he goes, he doesn't go far, just sitting back down on his stool to continue watching rufus move around the kitchen, even more obviously this time. his hair is a little more disheveled, now, but tseng makes no move to tidy it. ]
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he does, however, huff a laugh followed by a light, almost tentative tug to the hair at the nape of rufus' neck. it's soft, as it always is when rufus spends the night here, absent any kind of styling product when he doesn't need to play a role. ]
I am begging you not to mention your father or Verdot while we're kissing, [ tseng says, before he presses another kiss to rufus' mouth. even if he doesn't think he's fond of having parallels drawn between them, it certainly doesn't bother him enough to stop kissing rufus.
after a moment, tseng draws back and slowly lets go of rufus, aware as he is that he's interrupted the attempt at morning coffee. still, even when he goes, he doesn't go far, just sitting back down on his stool to continue watching rufus move around the kitchen, even more obviously this time. his hair is a little more disheveled, now, but tseng makes no move to tidy it. ]