[ there's relief that mixes with the arousal as sasuke's hips grind up to meet the pressure of tseng's shoe between his thighs—the gamble paid off, then. tseng tilts his head back on a quiet moan and presses his foot a little more firmly against sasuke's cock, his hips moving with increasing urgency as he fucks into sasuke's throat, finding that exact point again and again to steal sasuke's breath away.
despite the way sasuke's muscles have gone loose and his gaze has gone hazy with pleasure, there's still an urgency to the way sasuke moves against him, to the noises he makes that are muffled by the insistent press of tseng's cock into his mouth. it drives tseng wild—it drove him wild the first time they did this, too, but even more so now that he knows sasuke better. it makes him want nothing more than to ruin this gorgeous boy kneeling before him, tears caught in his lashes, his face flushed and saliva collecting at the corners of his mouth. ]
Just like that, [ tseng murmurs his approval as sasuke's hips move. ] You love this, don't you, my precious little slut? Does it make you want to come?
[ what are the chances, tseng wonders idly, that sasuke remembers the instruction not to make tseng come? he'd intended to pull out and jerk himself to finish on sasuke's face, but he's already getting close, and he'd like sasuke to be the one to come first before tseng gets himself off. ]
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despite the way sasuke's muscles have gone loose and his gaze has gone hazy with pleasure, there's still an urgency to the way sasuke moves against him, to the noises he makes that are muffled by the insistent press of tseng's cock into his mouth. it drives tseng wild—it drove him wild the first time they did this, too, but even more so now that he knows sasuke better. it makes him want nothing more than to ruin this gorgeous boy kneeling before him, tears caught in his lashes, his face flushed and saliva collecting at the corners of his mouth. ]
Just like that, [ tseng murmurs his approval as sasuke's hips move. ] You love this, don't you, my precious little slut? Does it make you want to come?
[ what are the chances, tseng wonders idly, that sasuke remembers the instruction not to make tseng come? he'd intended to pull out and jerk himself to finish on sasuke's face, but he's already getting close, and he'd like sasuke to be the one to come first before tseng gets himself off. ]