[ it's a wish that immediately gets fulfilled: tseng's gaze tracks the way rufus' throat moves when he swallows, the shift of tendon and muscle under his skin. it's a gaze full of lust that makes no attempt to conceal itself. ]
I'm beginning to think that Rufus might like making Tseng a little noisy, [ tseng says with a smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips. he hadn't said it to be funny—he was just trying to differentiate things that the president wouldn't do, but rufus would—but tseng likes making rufus laugh, and so he's more than willing to carry the humor along.
he shifts a little in his chair. spreads his thighs, so that the growing bulge of his cock pressing against the fly of his slacks is more obvious. ]
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I'm beginning to think that Rufus might like making Tseng a little noisy, [ tseng says with a smirk that tugs at the corners of his lips. he hadn't said it to be funny—he was just trying to differentiate things that the president wouldn't do, but rufus would—but tseng likes making rufus laugh, and so he's more than willing to carry the humor along.
he shifts a little in his chair. spreads his thighs, so that the growing bulge of his cock pressing against the fly of his slacks is more obvious. ]
And what is it Rufus would like to hear?