[What gives it away, of all things, is that subtle but ever-present undercurrent that this is safe. That he's safe with Tseng, even if he's not actively thinking about how or why. That his body knows it anyway. It's why when Tseng's filthy remark crosses just barely over the threshold of disbelief, Rufus clocks it for what it is — because he knows, deep down, that that's not something Tseng would ever really ask of him. Let him, maybe, but not ask for it.
So, they're treading further into the realm of outright fantasy, are they? Just saying things calculated to get each other off — a dangerous prospect, given how well they know each other. An unexpectedly fun one, too, he muses as he gets his trousers open and wriggled down just enough to make room to make good on his words.]
If you want me to. I want to be good.
[It's easier than it once was, working a careful finger inside himself. Not so long ago he wouldn't have thought it was something he wanted at all. Now he just finds himself wishing it was Tseng's hand instead.]
Want to get myself ready in case you decide to come fuck me after all.
daddy kink, dirty talk, sexting...it's basically a bingo in here
So, they're treading further into the realm of outright fantasy, are they? Just saying things calculated to get each other off — a dangerous prospect, given how well they know each other. An unexpectedly fun one, too, he muses as he gets his trousers open and wriggled down just enough to make room to make good on his words.]
If you want me to. I want to be good.
[It's easier than it once was, working a careful finger inside himself. Not so long ago he wouldn't have thought it was something he wanted at all. Now he just finds himself wishing it was Tseng's hand instead.]
Want to get myself ready in case you decide to come fuck me after all.