[He'd known, when he'd sent those texts, that the intention was to wind Tseng up — and also, on some level, to lightly gauge which of the scenarios he responded to best. Perhaps without even really intending to, gorgeous little slut had presented him with a means of testing three possibilities: something elegant and beautiful, something filthy, something soft.
Of course there'd always been the possibility that Tseng would take all of them. He just — he'd thought that last bit would prove to be a little too far, maybe, given everything. Maybe he'd thought Tseng wouldn't like it. Maybe he'd thought Tseng would think he wouldn't like it.
But then Tseng's responses come, and there's buzzing in his ears and blood in his cheeks, though the latter abruptly rushes southward when an image shows up.
For a few seconds, he just idles there on his own sofa, half-lounging with his feet kicked up over the armrest, and chews his lip as he reads Tseng's text again and again before typing out, in a brief display of proof he's actually paid attention in all their liaisons before this, a quick and hasty text.]
(i like this i don't want to stop)
[See? He's so well-behaved, making sure to articulate boundaries.]
Thank you for the picture. It looks nice in your hand. It'd look better in my mouth.
But since I can't have that then I'll have to just suck on my fingers instead. The ones on my off hand, so I can still type to you. I'm sure there's lube somewhere but I don't want to get up and you said right now, so I'll just have to get them wet enough like this. I'm licking around and between them, all over.
You remember what that felt like when I did it on you, don't you, daddy?
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Of course there'd always been the possibility that Tseng would take all of them. He just — he'd thought that last bit would prove to be a little too far, maybe, given everything. Maybe he'd thought Tseng wouldn't like it. Maybe he'd thought Tseng would think he wouldn't like it.
But then Tseng's responses come, and there's buzzing in his ears and blood in his cheeks, though the latter abruptly rushes southward when an image shows up.
For a few seconds, he just idles there on his own sofa, half-lounging with his feet kicked up over the armrest, and chews his lip as he reads Tseng's text again and again before typing out, in a brief display of proof he's actually paid attention in all their liaisons before this, a quick and hasty text.]
(i like this i don't want to stop)
[See? He's so well-behaved, making sure to articulate boundaries.]
Thank you for the picture. It looks nice in your hand. It'd look better in my mouth.
But since I can't have that then I'll have to just suck on my fingers instead. The ones on my off hand, so I can still type to you. I'm sure there's lube somewhere but I don't want to get up and you said right now, so I'll just have to get them wet enough like this. I'm licking around and between them, all over.
You remember what that felt like when I did it on you, don't you, daddy?