[ the only reprieve tseng gets is when rufus lifts his head to speak. he takes full advantage to catch his breath, his gaze hot where it's fixed on rufus' face—pupils blown black, swallowing the warm amber of his eyes. if he looks ruined, it's because rufus has ruined him. ]
No, [ tseng says, too fast and too honest but incapable of anything else when it's rufus doing the asking. he's only a man. he thinks he would give rufus anything, in this moment. ] In my wildest dreams it was never as good as this.
[ and then rufus goes down on him again, and tseng's stomach goes tight with the sensation, consumed once more by the wicked wet heat of rufus' tongue and the insides of his cheeks. he's good at this, or maybe he's just good at reading tseng, a thought that makes tseng feel a little insane as his hand flexes in rufus' hair and he fights not to pull. his thighs are tense, his toes curling against the tile of the kitchen floor. ]
Fuck, Rufus, [ tseng mutters, his voice taut, strained with pleasure and how hard he's having to work to keep himself away from the edge. ] Go—slow, fuck, slow down or I'm going to come.
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No, [ tseng says, too fast and too honest but incapable of anything else when it's rufus doing the asking. he's only a man. he thinks he would give rufus anything, in this moment. ] In my wildest dreams it was never as good as this.
[ and then rufus goes down on him again, and tseng's stomach goes tight with the sensation, consumed once more by the wicked wet heat of rufus' tongue and the insides of his cheeks. he's good at this, or maybe he's just good at reading tseng, a thought that makes tseng feel a little insane as his hand flexes in rufus' hair and he fights not to pull. his thighs are tense, his toes curling against the tile of the kitchen floor. ]
Fuck, Rufus, [ tseng mutters, his voice taut, strained with pleasure and how hard he's having to work to keep himself away from the edge. ] Go—slow, fuck, slow down or I'm going to come.