[ this is very much not president shinra and the director of administrative research. this is rufus and tseng, and it is probably only fair that rufus get something to hold him over. ]
Kiss you, of course.
I also think it's very unlikely that I'm going to let you get further into my suite than the foyer before I suck you off.
[That's not, he almost types, the sort of thing a dominant is supposed to do, is it, except that he's coming to understand that the sort of thing Tseng as a dominant does is whatever he thinks will please Rufus, and that maybe it's the sort of thing Tseng does regardless of what a dominant would do, and also that it would be another question he's not entitled to so he's barred from asking it anyway.
What he does instead is think of it — Tseng's hair brushing the insides of his thighs, Tseng's tongue dragging hot up his cock like it'd dragged up his jaw — and takes a moment to question the sequencing of these two vows, whether Tseng intends to suck him with lips red and swollen from kissing or whether he'll kiss him after the fact with the taste of cum still on his tongue.
He closes his eyes, the hand not holding the watch drifting down the plane of his stomach toward the swelling ache in his pants.]
I'm going to touch myself to that thought.
[Brat.]
Though I'm sure the reality will exceed expectations.
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[ this is very much not president shinra and the director of administrative research. this is rufus and tseng, and it is probably only fair that rufus get something to hold him over. ]
Kiss you, of course.
I also think it's very unlikely that I'm going to let you get further into my suite than the foyer before I suck you off.
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What he does instead is think of it — Tseng's hair brushing the insides of his thighs, Tseng's tongue dragging hot up his cock like it'd dragged up his jaw — and takes a moment to question the sequencing of these two vows, whether Tseng intends to suck him with lips red and swollen from kissing or whether he'll kiss him after the fact with the taste of cum still on his tongue.
He closes his eyes, the hand not holding the watch drifting down the plane of his stomach toward the swelling ache in his pants.]
I'm going to touch myself to that thought.
[Brat.]
Though I'm sure the reality will exceed expectations.
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[ considering tseng got himself off in the shower earlier thinking about fucking rufus into a mattress. ]
And you're right, it will.