[Fuck, but Tseng looks good like that — legs wide, strands of hair falling loose from its pin, one hand outstretched to hold him by the hair and the other slung back for support. There's so much about it that looks casual, and so very unlike the buttoned-up, flawlessly correct Tseng that he tends to present to the rest of the world.
(Of course, that goes for both of them right now, doesn't it? When would he ever allow the outside world the chance to witness himself down on his knees?)
Rufus and Tseng, he thinks with a slow flush of pleasure as he parts his lips wider and closes the distance between his mouth and Tseng's cock, making a nice slow spectacle of it because he knows Tseng is watching, letting him see it go in and in before he finally clasps his mouth around it and gives it a slow suck.
That's what he gets, to begin with: nice, slow, easy suction with a little press of tongue to the underside. Then, just as languidly, he starts to bob his head a little — layering each new movement over the next, and not doing much to hide the fact that he's very clearly making this as much a show for Tseng's eyes as it is in service to his arousal.]
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(Of course, that goes for both of them right now, doesn't it? When would he ever allow the outside world the chance to witness himself down on his knees?)
Rufus and Tseng, he thinks with a slow flush of pleasure as he parts his lips wider and closes the distance between his mouth and Tseng's cock, making a nice slow spectacle of it because he knows Tseng is watching, letting him see it go in and in before he finally clasps his mouth around it and gives it a slow suck.
That's what he gets, to begin with: nice, slow, easy suction with a little press of tongue to the underside. Then, just as languidly, he starts to bob his head a little — layering each new movement over the next, and not doing much to hide the fact that he's very clearly making this as much a show for Tseng's eyes as it is in service to his arousal.]
Mmm...