[ the switch to audio is welcome, because tseng doesn't think his fingers are going to be able to manage typing right now. anything that requires fine motor control seems beyond his grasp, but he can at least sink back against the couch and speak to the empty air of his suite, letting the watch pick up the rustle of fabric as well as the heavy satisfaction in tseng's voice. ]
Good boy, baby. [ the praise is low, warm, rich. meant wholeheartedly, too, because it isn't always like rufus to be so obedient, but when he's in the mood for it it's a real delight. ] You did so well. Do you feel good?
[ his own breathing is still a little harsh, particularly in the otherwise quiet room, but tseng doesn't try to control it. he wants rufus to be able to hear the way he affects tseng, even with all this distance in between them. the mess in his hand is slowly cooling and he'll need to get up to clean it soon, but for now it can wait, put to the side to focus instead of the rasp of rufus' voice and the way he's still seeking tseng's reassurance. ]
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Good boy, baby. [ the praise is low, warm, rich. meant wholeheartedly, too, because it isn't always like rufus to be so obedient, but when he's in the mood for it it's a real delight. ] You did so well. Do you feel good?
[ his own breathing is still a little harsh, particularly in the otherwise quiet room, but tseng doesn't try to control it. he wants rufus to be able to hear the way he affects tseng, even with all this distance in between them. the mess in his hand is slowly cooling and he'll need to get up to clean it soon, but for now it can wait, put to the side to focus instead of the rasp of rufus' voice and the way he's still seeking tseng's reassurance. ]