[ sasuke's tongue laves wet and hot around the head of tseng's cock before he ducks back down to swallow him again, and tseng has to breathe deeply through his nose to steady himself against the curse he wants to bite out. sasuke is so good at this, so eager, but with an efficient, methodical tidiness that suggests a real enjoyment of the act. no drama, no flair. just the ruthless pleasure of his mouth and throat. ]
Such a gorgeous little whore, [ tseng murmurs, forcing his voice to stay steady as his hand pets through sasuke's hair. despite the degrading words, his tone is affectionate and approving. ] You suck cock like your mouth was made for it.
[ he pushes his hand back through sasuke's hair, holding it away from his face so tseng can watch the thick shaft of his cock disappear into the stretched circle of sasuke's lips, can watch his cheeks hollow as he sucks and his throat work as he swallows. the sight is a punch of arousal right to the gut, one that makes his cock throb hard in sasuke's mouth. ]
It's not enough for you, is it? [ he can read the tension in the way sasuke holds himself, the minute shifts of his thighs and hips. even though he can't see down between sasuke's legs he can imagine how hard sasuke must be, can practically envision his cock stiff and pressing against the fabric of his pants, how the arousal must be driving him wild but he's too obedient to touch himself. ] You want to be used. You just want that perfect throat to be a hole for me to fuck, don't you, beautiful?
[ tseng knows it's true, because they've done this before. he knows sasuke likes it when he slips his hand around to the back of sasuke's head and fists it in his hair, tugging just enough, only pulling if sasuke tries to lean forward; he knows how much it turns sasuke on when tseng braces himself on the chair so he can fuck sasuke's mouth. again, it's with perfect precision, pushing his cock just far enough to cut off sasuke's air and holding it there just long enough for him to feel it before pulling back again.
this time, though, tseng offers something more, and this time it's a little bit of a gamble: he shifts one shoe between sasuke's thighs and presses it gently against the hard, urgent shape of his cock, giving sasuke something to rut against, a little relief while tseng uses his throat for his own pleasure. ]
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Such a gorgeous little whore, [ tseng murmurs, forcing his voice to stay steady as his hand pets through sasuke's hair. despite the degrading words, his tone is affectionate and approving. ] You suck cock like your mouth was made for it.
[ he pushes his hand back through sasuke's hair, holding it away from his face so tseng can watch the thick shaft of his cock disappear into the stretched circle of sasuke's lips, can watch his cheeks hollow as he sucks and his throat work as he swallows. the sight is a punch of arousal right to the gut, one that makes his cock throb hard in sasuke's mouth. ]
It's not enough for you, is it? [ he can read the tension in the way sasuke holds himself, the minute shifts of his thighs and hips. even though he can't see down between sasuke's legs he can imagine how hard sasuke must be, can practically envision his cock stiff and pressing against the fabric of his pants, how the arousal must be driving him wild but he's too obedient to touch himself. ] You want to be used. You just want that perfect throat to be a hole for me to fuck, don't you, beautiful?
[ tseng knows it's true, because they've done this before. he knows sasuke likes it when he slips his hand around to the back of sasuke's head and fists it in his hair, tugging just enough, only pulling if sasuke tries to lean forward; he knows how much it turns sasuke on when tseng braces himself on the chair so he can fuck sasuke's mouth. again, it's with perfect precision, pushing his cock just far enough to cut off sasuke's air and holding it there just long enough for him to feel it before pulling back again.
this time, though, tseng offers something more, and this time it's a little bit of a gamble: he shifts one shoe between sasuke's thighs and presses it gently against the hard, urgent shape of his cock, giving sasuke something to rut against, a little relief while tseng uses his throat for his own pleasure. ]