[ for an instant, earlier, tseng had wondered if this might be rufus' first time, but the way he settles into it makes him doubt that conviction. it can't possibly be, when it feels this good—when he's already removing his hands from tseng's cock entirely, using only his mouth and throat and reaching between tseng's thighs to cup his balls instead.
the pressure and sensation earns a low groan, a conscious expression of his pleasure. he'd told rufus he would have to accept moans as praise, and this is why—it's hard to string thoughts together into sentences when most of his attention is fixated on the way rufus' head bobs up and down over tseng's cock. ]
Mmh, just like that... that's good, you feel so good.
[ and he's taking it slowly, which is interesting but appreciated—rufus is ambitious in many things, but tseng would vastly prefer that he don't choke himself trying to deep-throat without adequate practice. ]
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the pressure and sensation earns a low groan, a conscious expression of his pleasure. he'd told rufus he would have to accept moans as praise, and this is why—it's hard to string thoughts together into sentences when most of his attention is fixated on the way rufus' head bobs up and down over tseng's cock. ]
Mmh, just like that... that's good, you feel so good.
[ and he's taking it slowly, which is interesting but appreciated—rufus is ambitious in many things, but tseng would vastly prefer that he don't choke himself trying to deep-throat without adequate practice. ]