[It's so easy to do this. It feels effortless with Tseng, where with almost everyone else he could not get down on his knees and offer the complete sovereignty of his mouth, could not easily surrender to the scrutiny of that gaze above him. But beneath Tseng he finds that he enjoys it — less of a show put on than a simple display of skill, nothing overdone, an efficiency to the drag of his tongue over Tseng's cock that suggests sincere pleasure in the act. It's also not sloppy; wherever he finds too much wetness from gathered saliva or the drool of precome, he laps it up dutifully until Tseng's cock is slick and shining and clean.
And then back down, over the head, fitting his mouth each time a little lower, opening the channel of his throat to take a little more. He breathes out hard through his nose on those moments where Tseng's cock fits deep enough that it threatens to seal the air at the back of his throat. It's dizzy and heady, but it's also not enough without the man's hand on his head, without that control forcing his mouth into regular rhythm of thrusts, so he withdraws to wet his lips and try again.
He can feel his own arousal pooling between his legs by now so distracting that his thickened length is a steady throb. He wants to rub it against — something, but discipline keeps him still. Obedient.]
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And then back down, over the head, fitting his mouth each time a little lower, opening the channel of his throat to take a little more. He breathes out hard through his nose on those moments where Tseng's cock fits deep enough that it threatens to seal the air at the back of his throat. It's dizzy and heady, but it's also not enough without the man's hand on his head, without that control forcing his mouth into regular rhythm of thrusts, so he withdraws to wet his lips and try again.
He can feel his own arousal pooling between his legs by now so distracting that his thickened length is a steady throb. He wants to rub it against — something, but discipline keeps him still. Obedient.]