[ gods, sasuke kneels like he was born to do it. tseng feels his mouth go dry, then flood wet again at the sight of him, his back straight and gaze unflinching as he tilts his chin up to look at tseng. the picture of perfect submission, right here on tseng's kitchen floor.
he's already hard, so there's no need to instruct sasuke to get him hard. instead, tseng reaches out to push his thumb into sasuke's mouth, against the ridge of his lower teeth, parting his lips and allowing a glimpse of his tongue inside his mouth. ]
Suck my cock. [ he presses his thumb down against sasuke's tongue, holding it in place, possessive and messy. ] If you're good enough I'll fuck your throat, but do not make me come.
[ a beat, where tseng holds sasuke's gaze to ensure that he's understood, and then he lets go of sasuke's mouth, draping one arm casually on the countertop and bracing his other elbow on the back of the chair. his posture is casual, only vaguely interested, for all that his cock is achingly hard between his thighs. ]
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he's already hard, so there's no need to instruct sasuke to get him hard. instead, tseng reaches out to push his thumb into sasuke's mouth, against the ridge of his lower teeth, parting his lips and allowing a glimpse of his tongue inside his mouth. ]
Suck my cock. [ he presses his thumb down against sasuke's tongue, holding it in place, possessive and messy. ] If you're good enough I'll fuck your throat, but do not make me come.
[ a beat, where tseng holds sasuke's gaze to ensure that he's understood, and then he lets go of sasuke's mouth, draping one arm casually on the countertop and bracing his other elbow on the back of the chair. his posture is casual, only vaguely interested, for all that his cock is achingly hard between his thighs. ]