[ perhaps stupidly, it takes until that very moment—the moment that he sees rufus' shoulders shake with his own rush of desire—for tseng to realize that rufus is getting off on this too, that he's finding his own pleasure in tseng's. oh, maybe he had known it in some distant corner of his mind, but it's that electric shiver that runs through rufus that brings the knowledge to the forefront of tseng's mind. ]
Ah, fuck, [ tseng breathes out, wondering, the hot fizz of his impending orgasm beginning to creep its way up his spine. rufus' eyes are a maelstrom when they lock with tseng's, and there's an obvious ask in his expression, not quite a plea but not far off either; how could tseng do anything else? ] Fuck, Rufus—
[ rufus' hands are warm on his thigh, on his calf, and tseng is overcome. one hand reaches out abruptly to grip the edge of the counter behind him, and his fingers tighten in rufus' hair before he forces them to loosen, because in a moment he's going to lose his grip on his control and if rufus doesn't want to swallow, well—
and that's it. tseng's breath catches and then shudders into an emphatic moan as he comes, his cock throbbing against rufus' tongue as he spills hot and sticky into the warm cavern of his mouth. it should feel wrong, but instead all tseng can feel is pleasure and the bone-deep satisfaction of being gifted something he would never have allowed himself to reach for. ]
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Ah, fuck, [ tseng breathes out, wondering, the hot fizz of his impending orgasm beginning to creep its way up his spine. rufus' eyes are a maelstrom when they lock with tseng's, and there's an obvious ask in his expression, not quite a plea but not far off either; how could tseng do anything else? ] Fuck, Rufus—
[ rufus' hands are warm on his thigh, on his calf, and tseng is overcome. one hand reaches out abruptly to grip the edge of the counter behind him, and his fingers tighten in rufus' hair before he forces them to loosen, because in a moment he's going to lose his grip on his control and if rufus doesn't want to swallow, well—
and that's it. tseng's breath catches and then shudders into an emphatic moan as he comes, his cock throbbing against rufus' tongue as he spills hot and sticky into the warm cavern of his mouth. it should feel wrong, but instead all tseng can feel is pleasure and the bone-deep satisfaction of being gifted something he would never have allowed himself to reach for. ]