[That thumb parts lips and teeth, showing the flicker of a red tongue in the interior of his mouth. There's no resistance as that touch slips inside; he yields when it presses down and causes his jaw to fall a little wider, though he remains obediently still until Tseng is satisfied.
The firmness of that command cuts straight through him, hot and vital, delivering him easily into the mindset that this kind of submission requires. It's simple — it is like what he'd first felt in Tseng's presence when they found each other at the Naked Yolk months ago, a telling physical chemistry between them impossible to deny when the evidence is made so stark.
If you're good. So, he'll try to be good — a gleam in the mismatched color of eyes as his right hand works open the front of the man's slacks, button and zipper unfastened, nosing deeper into the spread crux of long legs. He just... buries his face here for a moment, reveling in the heat and hardness of Tseng's cock against his cheek through a pair of dark boxer-briefs. He forms his right palm against the base as his mouth peels fabric back, uncovering the velvet skin of the glans — lips passing across it gently in a study of touch. Then he bathes the head of the man's cock in gentle strokes of a tongue, but Tseng's order was direct, and so he doesn't hesitate toe slip the circle of his mouth down with practiced skill — swallowing halfway only to hollow cheeks in a greedy suck at full flesh.]
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The firmness of that command cuts straight through him, hot and vital, delivering him easily into the mindset that this kind of submission requires. It's simple — it is like what he'd first felt in Tseng's presence when they found each other at the Naked Yolk months ago, a telling physical chemistry between them impossible to deny when the evidence is made so stark.
If you're good. So, he'll try to be good — a gleam in the mismatched color of eyes as his right hand works open the front of the man's slacks, button and zipper unfastened, nosing deeper into the spread crux of long legs. He just... buries his face here for a moment, reveling in the heat and hardness of Tseng's cock against his cheek through a pair of dark boxer-briefs. He forms his right palm against the base as his mouth peels fabric back, uncovering the velvet skin of the glans — lips passing across it gently in a study of touch. Then he bathes the head of the man's cock in gentle strokes of a tongue, but Tseng's order was direct, and so he doesn't hesitate toe slip the circle of his mouth down with practiced skill — swallowing halfway only to hollow cheeks in a greedy suck at full flesh.]