[ the statement earns a quirk of tseng's lips. the hand not in rufus' hair reaches down to brace himself against the back of the chair, steadying, and he spreads his thighs just a little wider to allow rufus to settle more comfortably between them. the kitchen floor is unforgiving, he knows. ]
Believe me, I'm ready.
[ a significant glance down at his cock in rufus' hand, hard and flushed and straining in his grip. certainly tseng is ready, both for rufus' mouth on his cock and to praise him effusively once he begins. ]
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Believe me, I'm ready.
[ a significant glance down at his cock in rufus' hand, hard and flushed and straining in his grip. certainly tseng is ready, both for rufus' mouth on his cock and to praise him effusively once he begins. ]