[He didn't even have to ask for it, is the thing. Once, he would've — well, not had to ask, but would've felt like he needed to, rather. Wouldn't have trusted, somehow, that he would get something he didn't earn, would be given something he didn't ask for. But he doesn't need to ask Tseng to tell him he did well, to praise him. He's safe, and it does feel so good.
It's strangely nice just to hear Tseng's voice, though. Like stroking his hand down Darkstar's spine, hearing the jingle of her collar as reassurance of her proximity. He really could've been happy just listening to Tseng talk to him about anything. The praise just makes it all the better.]
Yeah...
[Tired, undoubtedly, but being worn out feels good, too.]
[ that touch of exhaustion is audible in rufus' voice, the post-orgasmic lassitude beginning to settle in. it makes him smile slightly, pleased by the realization that he can recognize even that tone. ]
Of course we can.
[ as much as tseng says it to reassure, he also says it because it's true. it both is and isn't part of their play—tseng in his role as dominant reassuring his submissive, but also just tseng, reassuring just rufus, that they can have whatever they want, whenever they want it.
he stirs a little and reaches for the tissues, using them to clean up his hand, at least for now. ]
[It's nice when all of Tseng's questions are so easy. Later, it'll occur to him that it's less about the questions themselves and more about how he feels eerily pliant like this, unusually agreeable and willing to let the flow of things carry him along —
Dangerous. That would be dangerous, if he weren't safe, if it weren't Tseng.
He yawns, not really caring that it's undignified to do it right into the microphone of his watch, and contemplates distantly how nice it feels to just hold very, very still and not move at all.]
Soon. But just talk to me for right now.
[He'll want more soon, because he always wants more, because it's who he is and he's not ashamed of it — but right now he just wants to lie here and listen to Tseng's smooth voice washing over him, and that's enough. It's enough.]
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It's strangely nice just to hear Tseng's voice, though. Like stroking his hand down Darkstar's spine, hearing the jingle of her collar as reassurance of her proximity. He really could've been happy just listening to Tseng talk to him about anything. The praise just makes it all the better.]
Yeah...
[Tired, undoubtedly, but being worn out feels good, too.]
We can do this again...right? More of this?
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Of course we can.
[ as much as tseng says it to reassure, he also says it because it's true. it both is and isn't part of their play—tseng in his role as dominant reassuring his submissive, but also just tseng, reassuring just rufus, that they can have whatever they want, whenever they want it.
he stirs a little and reaches for the tissues, using them to clean up his hand, at least for now. ]
Still want me to come over?
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[It's nice when all of Tseng's questions are so easy. Later, it'll occur to him that it's less about the questions themselves and more about how he feels eerily pliant like this, unusually agreeable and willing to let the flow of things carry him along —
Dangerous. That would be dangerous, if he weren't safe, if it weren't Tseng.
He yawns, not really caring that it's undignified to do it right into the microphone of his watch, and contemplates distantly how nice it feels to just hold very, very still and not move at all.]
Soon. But just talk to me for right now.
[He'll want more soon, because he always wants more, because it's who he is and he's not ashamed of it — but right now he just wants to lie here and listen to Tseng's smooth voice washing over him, and that's enough. It's enough.]