[He's honestly just as happy to fix it later as anything, too. But there's nothing quite like holding on this way, letting Tseng feel his reactions from the throb of his cock to the tremble of his fingertips in the Turk's hair. Every encouraging sound urges him to more too, squirming each time he finds a new beat of sensitivity. With their relaxed meeting he's not in any real risk of coming too quickly, not with just these languid explorations.
That's less certain when Tseng's hand moves to slip between his thighs, one warm finger sinking into his hole to tease at his prostate. It's just enough to feel, to rile him up with fleeting sensation, and that fact has his thighs twitching, impatience picking up in the way his body tips and moves.]
Ah... haah... you're making me feel—insane like that...
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That's less certain when Tseng's hand moves to slip between his thighs, one warm finger sinking into his hole to tease at his prostate. It's just enough to feel, to rile him up with fleeting sensation, and that fact has his thighs twitching, impatience picking up in the way his body tips and moves.]
Ah... haah... you're making me feel—insane like that...