A seminar? [ Alan repeats, laughing. ] You teach a seminar on fucking?
[ Again, not really expecting an answer. And he half forgets the question, anyway, when Tseng's tongue pushes into him. Alan's breath stutters, in in out in out. He's trying not to squirm, yet, though he's beginning to want to.
Then Tseng touches his cock, and his control breaks momentarily. Alan groans, louder than he expected, and jerks in a way that pulls away from Tseng's mouth. ]
[ they can continue the discussion of tseng's seminar—which is, actually, on fucking, at least after a fashion—at a later time. for the moment, tseng is much more interested in paying attention to the way alan's body responds to the new intrusion. positively, it seems, although again it seems like it takes him a moment to get used to it—still, hearing his breath catch and feeling the way tension rises in his thighs and back suggests that even if he feels a little off-kilter, he's still mostly enjoying himself.
at least until tseng's fingers touch his cock. the response is so abrupt that tseng does, on pure instinct, pull away entirely. it's only a second later that he parses alan's words, the reassurance in them, and it makes him hum in the back of his throat as he settles down again. ]
Don't be. [ sorry, that is. after a second of hesitation to give alan a chance to relax a bit, tseng leans forward again and presses his mouth right back where it was. this time, his touch to alan's cock is just a little firmer, drawing his fingertip along the vein to tease at the tip. fully stroking him seems like it might be overwhelming, but tseng does want to keep giving him a little something more. ]
[ It's less the touch on his cock, per se, and more the combination of touch and tongue. Jesus Christ, that tongue. He hadn't expected it to feel so intense, but the slick pressure seems to hit his nerves differently than fingers would.
When Tseng starts to stroke his prick again, delicate though he is, Alan moans, hands clenching in the covers, hole fluttering around Tseng's tongue. ]
Fuck, if you tease me again, I will bloody kick you. Ffffuck.
[ the threat earns a low noise of amusement, one that tseng intentionally lets rumble right against alan's ass without pulling away even an inch. does that count as teasing? maybe. but perhaps more critically, he doesn't stop fucking alan with his tongue, nor does he let up on the way he's stroking alan's cock. in fact, his touch only grows firmer with every stroke, as if he's easing alan into it before giving him a proper handjob.
the proper handjob does come, eventually. with a slight shift of angle, tseng wraps his arm more fully around alan's hips and takes his cock in hand, wrapping his fingers around it and pulling from root to tip. he's mindful of the absence of lube, doesn't want to cause discomfort, but he keeps his touch as firm as he can manage without chafing and times the pumps of his fist to the thrusts of his tongue, making sure that alan is never really without stimulation. ]
[ It's divine, if something that feels this taboo can be considered holy. As pleasure and tension rise through him, Alan keeps swearing, words like God and Christ mingling with fuck and shit as if in prayer, as if to affirm that the Son of God was flesh, and could have experienced the bodily pleasures Alan is currently riding if he only wasn't perfect.
The lack of lube is, fairly quickly, mitigated by pre-come starting to leak from Alan's prick. Alan grabs for that pillow he snagged earlier, hugging it to his chest and dropping down on his elbows. His face is almost in the covers now, his hips higher than his head. When telltale trembles start to chase through him, he moans -- loud enough to disturb the neighbors, if Tseng's suite weren't so bloody huge -- and then buries his flushed face in the pillow.
Tseng hasn't given any indication that he wants to play around with denying Alan, this time, at least not yet. So when his tongue pushes inside Alan and his fist strokes over the sensitive tip of Alan's cock, and Alan feels everything go tense and inevitable, he doesn't warn or beg. He just lets go. Orgasm blazes through him. He spills onto Tseng's blankets, and his hole squeezes Tseng's tongue, and that sensation sends another spurt of come over Tseng's fingers. ]
[ no, indeed. although tseng knows from experience that alan is truly a sight to behold when he's being denied orgasm, right now he'd rather just focus on the sensation and the pleasure—maybe they can toy around with edging at a later time. when he begins to sense the rising tension in alan's body, tseng therefore doesn't make any move to withdraw or to stop him coming—he just maintains the same steady pace, stroking smoothly over alan's cock, his tongue delving deeply inside.
the climax that shivers through alan is deliciously physical, a beautiful shudder of sensation running through his limbs as his cock throbs and spills hot and slick over tseng's hands and his sheets. even the sensation of alan's hole tightening around his intruding tongue is astonishingly erotic, enough that it earns a moan from tseng as well, the same way it earns another spurt of cum that drips between his fingers. tseng strokes alan through it, withdrawing his tongue so he can tease shallower licks against alan's twitching entrance, and then finally withdraws only when alan's body has started to slump into post-orgasmic lassitude. ]
Mmm. [ a noise of pure satisfaction as tseng sits up slightly behind alan. he rests one hand, the clean hand, on one of the cheeks of alan's ass, thumbing almost affectionately over his hole. ] You really are something.
[ and tseng is, naturally, achingly hard in response, although he does nothing about it himself and has no expectation that alan will, either (although he wouldn't complain.) ]
[ One of Alan's legs twitches when Tseng thumbs his entrance. He moans like a man getting up from a long nap and rolls onto his side to look up at Tseng. Though he isn't as disheveled as he could be, there's a sheen of sweat at his harline, and he needs a minute to catch his breath. ]
I am? Fuck, you are. As often as your partner's willing, you said?
[ now that makes tseng laugh aloud, obviously delighted. ]
As often as my partner's willing, [ he agrees, shifting to the side a little so he can sit on the mattress next to alan and look down at him. ] If I'm lucky. I take it you don't object?
[ alan hadn't seemed entirely sold on it at first, at least not from a practical standpoint—he'd enjoyed the fantasy well enough, sure, but the real thing is always a little different. ]
[ Alan's gaze flits over Tseng as the other man makes himself comfortable, landing on the obvious erection visible through his trousers. Shifting a bit, Alan props himself up on an elbow and reaches out with the other hand to run his fingertips up Tseng's thigh. ]
It was ... [ He laughs, self-deprecating. ] It felt like a sin.
[ the hand traveling up his thigh is obviously welcome, if the way tseng's cock twitches in response is any indicator, but tseng doesn't move yet, content to let alan set the pace at which he touches tseng in return. not least of all because the conversation is just as interesting as alan's touch, and tseng's focus is split between the two. ]
A sin?
[ he recalls their previous conversation about religion in alan's world, and tseng's assessment that it seemed like the people in charge had their priorities in the wrong places. the thought has him tilting his head slightly, considering. ]
Were you raised in a faith? [ perhaps the same one that criminalizes alan's writings and his desire to have sex with men? if so, then tseng can understand why alan would have such a reaction to being eaten out. ] If you don't mind my asking.
[ Alan glances up at him, clearly a little surprised by the question, but not put off. He just wasn't expecting it when he's got his hand so close to Tseng's prick. ]
Mm. Roman Catholic.
[ It occurs to him that Tseng probably only knows the term Roman from Alan's own writing, and he grins crookedly. ] Rome is a city in Italy. The head of the Church lives there. God's representative on Earth -- but only according to the Catholics. It's rather contentious.
[ alan's guess that tseng has no idea what roman catholic means, outside the context of "roman" being alan's pen name, is right on the money. the immediate clarification brings a brief smile to tseng's expression, although it does occur to him belatedly that this is maybe a strange conversation to have while alan has his hand halfway to tseng's dick. ]
It's going to be a little odd for you if I ask you about religion while you're jerking me off, isn't it, [ tseng says wryly. ] I'll hold my questions, in that case.
[ based on alan's tone earlier, tseng would have to be an idiot not to deduce that there's some sort of shame connection between being roman catholic (whatever that means) and enjoying sex with other men. not to say that can't be a subject of dirty talk, but tseng at least wants to understand it first. he has questions—but they can wait. ]
[ Alan bursts into laughter. He rocks onto his back, flinging one arm over his face while he cackles. Sorry, Tseng, you'll have to hold a few things for a minute here. ]
You'd be surprised how much smut there is about priests and nuns and whatnot, [ he finally manages. ] Fucking novices and penitents.
[ Still chuckling a little, he sits up and reaches with both hands to start undoing Tseng's trousers. ]
Or maybe you wouldn't. Having a man on his knees to pray does bring to mind certain images.
[ truthfully, tseng's not entirely sure he would be surprised, given some of the things he's encountered both here and back home. nothing is sacred, least of all actual religion, at least it would seem—tseng doesn't recall hearing any raunchy stories about leviathan, but he imagines they probably exist.
at any rate, it doesn't seem that alan wants to talk about the religion thing, at least not seriously and/or not right now. the topic shifts, and tseng shifts with it, lifting his hips a little to give alan better access to his body however he wants it. ]
I can't speak to the praying, but I certainly can't imagine having you on your knees and thinking holy thoughts.
I should hope not. I'm a lot better at fellatio than Latin.
[ Moving closer, he reaches into Tseng's trousers and wraps one hand around his cock. Their clean-up in the shower after their first session together had involved some friendly groping, so this isn't entirely unexplored territory. ]
I'd like to show you how good I am, [ he continues, lowering his voice to a pleasant husk, while his fingers move lightly over Tseng's length. ] 'Long as we're showing off what our mouths can do.
the confidence with which alan takes hold of him gives tseng confidence, too, that alan will remember the things he'd learned in that shower about how tseng likes to be touched. he leans back against the pillows, spreading his thighs just slightly to give alan more room to work with. ]
I can almost guarantee that I'll never turn down a chance to let you demonstrate what your mouth can do.
[ whether that's being a smartass during sex or going down on tseng, all things are possible. as it turns out, tseng really does enjoy how much of a brat alan can be in bed. ]
[ now that makes tseng laugh out loud as he sits up a little to let alan work his shirt off. ]
I have full confidence in you, Mr. Ross, [ he says. truthfully tseng wasn't even trying to be that circumspect about it, he's just been trained into that kind of caution, but now that alan has called him out on it he finds it amusing in retrospect. ] And I welcome any attempt you want to make.
[ does that sound a lot like "you can blow me any time you want"? if so, good. ]
[ Still smiling, Alan pushes Tseng's shirt off his shoulders, and moves to straddle his lap. His hands draw back up Tseng's arms as he settles, warm, sensual; when his fingers reach Tseng's shoulders, he changes direction to slide them down Tseng's chest to his waist. Alan bends his head and starts laying wet, sucking kisses where his fingers just were -- Tseng's shoulders, his collarbone.
For this, he takes his time. Tseng seems to invite that kind of thing. He's a patient man, clearly, and though Alan can easily (and happily) imagine him behaving with impatient roughness, it doesn't seem like his natural proclivity. And it's nice to just enjoy his body, with hands and tongue.
Hands, right. One of Alan's hands creeps over to wrap around Tseng's cock again. He strokes him slowly but firmly, less with the intent of getting him off yet and more as a prelude, while his mouth moves down Tseng's chest to a nipple. ]
[ it's a good observation. tseng certainly has it in him to be rough and urgent when the moment is right, but for the most part he does have good patience and better stamina—and he doesn't at all mind the slow exploration of alan's hands and mouth over his skin. he welcomes it, in fact, with quiet noises of pleasure when something feels particularly good, and with his own hands coming to rest warm against alan's waist, moving around to touch whatever skin he can reach without disturbing alan's attentions.
there's an open appreciativeness to tseng's touches that gives away how much he really does like being naked with alan this way. although they don't know each other that well, yet, tseng has an impression of him as someone tseng might like to get to know better—both intimately and otherwise. ]
Fuck, [ tseng says, almost startled into pleasure by the way alan's hand closes around his cock. he'd been thinking of other things—the wet trail of kisses, the weight of alan across his thighs—and not paying attention to that hand moving, and so the shock of sensation takes him by surprise. in a good way, though, as tseng's cock throbs rather obviously under his touch. ] Mm, that's good...
[ Alan lifts his head enough to grin at Tseng, before moving back to settle onto his knees between Tseng's legs. (Praise may not get him quite as hard as a little degradation does, but who doesn't like being told they're doing a good job? Especially with a voice like Tseng's, especially laced with pleasure like that.) He makes quick work of any remaining clothing, with Tseng's help, and then finally bends down to drag his tongue up Tseng's cock.
This is something he enjoys, something he feels nearly as good at as writing. Having a man's prick in his mouth, hard and hot, is a sensual pleasure in and of itself. He wraps one hand firmly around the base of Tseng's cock and sets about learning every inch of that pleasure. The weight of it against his tongue when he takes it into his mouth. The scent. The smoothness of skin against his lips. The twitch when his tongue flicks the right spot. ]
[ for all that tseng fucks quite a lot, even by the standards of the resort, the truth is that he doesn't actually get sucked off all that often. call it a side effect of being the kind of service top he is—he rarely expects anything from his partners in return, let alone demanding it. so for alan to be so enthusiastic about this, getting his mouth on tseng's cock, is a little novel and a lot flattering, and above all, exquisitely enjoyable.
tseng leans back against the pillows with a noise of pleasure and lifts a hand to thread it through the back of alan's hair. he's not going to do any guiding with that touch, at least not unless alan suggests he wants it, but it is a good way for tseng to give tactile feedback on how alan is doing—which, based on the semi-unconscious flexing of tseng's grip, is really very well, actually.
like this, tseng's cues are easy to read. he responds obviously to alan's tongue against his cockhead and applied just below the tip, as well as to the firm suction of his cheeks when he draws back. the more alan works him over, the more clearly the muscles of tseng's thighs flex with the effort it takes not to move too much, and his noises, quiet though they are, grow more regular and breathless with enjoyment. ]
[ Perhaps predictably, Alan presses into the hand in his hair like a cat itching to be stroked. His free hand comes to rest on Tseng's thigh, balancing him -- but also affording him the lovely feeling of Tseng getting tenser, the little movements of his muscles.
There comes a point where he thinks Tseng is starting to get close -- certainly he's breathless, his prick hard and wet in Alan's mouth, his thigh hard and warm under Alan's hand -- and at that point, Alan pulls back. Gives Tseng a bright, flushed-cheek grin, eyes alight with mischief. ]
[ alan is right, of course, that tseng is starting to get close. he's not trying to hold himself back, and alan is very good with his mouth, so it's no surprise that little by little he feels his climax edging closer, tension rising throughout his body. his breath leaves him in soft pants, occasionally ending on quiet moans, and his fingers twitch slightly in alan's hair.
it also shouldn't be a surprise when alan pulls away right at the very moment that tseng's orgasm is threatening to overtake him. he's poised right at the edge, lightheaded, when all of a sudden the wet heat of alan's mouth disappears and tseng shudders, groaning aloud as he lifts his other hand to drag it down his face. ]
Oh, you're a fucking menace, [ tseng says, his tone full of both amusement and frustration. ] You know exactly what you're doing, don't you.
[ It's not so much that he's trying to edge Tseng as he is trying to provoke him, to see what, if anything, will crack him out of quiet self-control. That groan makes Alan feel a little lightheaded with triumph himself. He strokes Tseng's cock once, carefully firm, deliberately slow, rubbing his thumb at the spot under the head that made Tseng react so well when it was Alan's tongue flicking it. ]
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[ Again, not really expecting an answer. And he half forgets the question, anyway, when Tseng's tongue pushes into him. Alan's breath stutters, in in out in out. He's trying not to squirm, yet, though he's beginning to want to.
Then Tseng touches his cock, and his control breaks momentarily. Alan groans, louder than he expected, and jerks in a way that pulls away from Tseng's mouth. ]
[ Immediately: ] Oh, that-- sorry, don't stop. Don't stop.
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at least until tseng's fingers touch his cock. the response is so abrupt that tseng does, on pure instinct, pull away entirely. it's only a second later that he parses alan's words, the reassurance in them, and it makes him hum in the back of his throat as he settles down again. ]
Don't be. [ sorry, that is. after a second of hesitation to give alan a chance to relax a bit, tseng leans forward again and presses his mouth right back where it was. this time, his touch to alan's cock is just a little firmer, drawing his fingertip along the vein to tease at the tip. fully stroking him seems like it might be overwhelming, but tseng does want to keep giving him a little something more. ]
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When Tseng starts to stroke his prick again, delicate though he is, Alan moans, hands clenching in the covers, hole fluttering around Tseng's tongue. ]
Fuck, if you tease me again, I will bloody kick you. Ffffuck.
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the proper handjob does come, eventually. with a slight shift of angle, tseng wraps his arm more fully around alan's hips and takes his cock in hand, wrapping his fingers around it and pulling from root to tip. he's mindful of the absence of lube, doesn't want to cause discomfort, but he keeps his touch as firm as he can manage without chafing and times the pumps of his fist to the thrusts of his tongue, making sure that alan is never really without stimulation. ]
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The lack of lube is, fairly quickly, mitigated by pre-come starting to leak from Alan's prick. Alan grabs for that pillow he snagged earlier, hugging it to his chest and dropping down on his elbows. His face is almost in the covers now, his hips higher than his head. When telltale trembles start to chase through him, he moans -- loud enough to disturb the neighbors, if Tseng's suite weren't so bloody huge -- and then buries his flushed face in the pillow.
Tseng hasn't given any indication that he wants to play around with denying Alan, this time, at least not yet. So when his tongue pushes inside Alan and his fist strokes over the sensitive tip of Alan's cock, and Alan feels everything go tense and inevitable, he doesn't warn or beg. He just lets go. Orgasm blazes through him. He spills onto Tseng's blankets, and his hole squeezes Tseng's tongue, and that sensation sends another spurt of come over Tseng's fingers. ]
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the climax that shivers through alan is deliciously physical, a beautiful shudder of sensation running through his limbs as his cock throbs and spills hot and slick over tseng's hands and his sheets. even the sensation of alan's hole tightening around his intruding tongue is astonishingly erotic, enough that it earns a moan from tseng as well, the same way it earns another spurt of cum that drips between his fingers. tseng strokes alan through it, withdrawing his tongue so he can tease shallower licks against alan's twitching entrance, and then finally withdraws only when alan's body has started to slump into post-orgasmic lassitude. ]
Mmm. [ a noise of pure satisfaction as tseng sits up slightly behind alan. he rests one hand, the clean hand, on one of the cheeks of alan's ass, thumbing almost affectionately over his hole. ] You really are something.
[ and tseng is, naturally, achingly hard in response, although he does nothing about it himself and has no expectation that alan will, either (although he wouldn't complain.) ]
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I am? Fuck, you are. As often as your partner's willing, you said?
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As often as my partner's willing, [ he agrees, shifting to the side a little so he can sit on the mattress next to alan and look down at him. ] If I'm lucky. I take it you don't object?
[ alan hadn't seemed entirely sold on it at first, at least not from a practical standpoint—he'd enjoyed the fantasy well enough, sure, but the real thing is always a little different. ]
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[ Alan's gaze flits over Tseng as the other man makes himself comfortable, landing on the obvious erection visible through his trousers. Shifting a bit, Alan props himself up on an elbow and reaches out with the other hand to run his fingertips up Tseng's thigh. ]
It was ... [ He laughs, self-deprecating. ] It felt like a sin.
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A sin?
[ he recalls their previous conversation about religion in alan's world, and tseng's assessment that it seemed like the people in charge had their priorities in the wrong places. the thought has him tilting his head slightly, considering. ]
Were you raised in a faith? [ perhaps the same one that criminalizes alan's writings and his desire to have sex with men? if so, then tseng can understand why alan would have such a reaction to being eaten out. ] If you don't mind my asking.
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Mm. Roman Catholic.
[ It occurs to him that Tseng probably only knows the term Roman from Alan's own writing, and he grins crookedly. ] Rome is a city in Italy. The head of the Church lives there. God's representative on Earth -- but only according to the Catholics. It's rather contentious.
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It's going to be a little odd for you if I ask you about religion while you're jerking me off, isn't it, [ tseng says wryly. ] I'll hold my questions, in that case.
[ based on alan's tone earlier, tseng would have to be an idiot not to deduce that there's some sort of shame connection between being roman catholic (whatever that means) and enjoying sex with other men. not to say that can't be a subject of dirty talk, but tseng at least wants to understand it first. he has questions—but they can wait. ]
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You'd be surprised how much smut there is about priests and nuns and whatnot, [ he finally manages. ] Fucking novices and penitents.
[ Still chuckling a little, he sits up and reaches with both hands to start undoing Tseng's trousers. ]
Or maybe you wouldn't. Having a man on his knees to pray does bring to mind certain images.
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at any rate, it doesn't seem that alan wants to talk about the religion thing, at least not seriously and/or not right now. the topic shifts, and tseng shifts with it, lifting his hips a little to give alan better access to his body however he wants it. ]
I can't speak to the praying, but I certainly can't imagine having you on your knees and thinking holy thoughts.
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[ Moving closer, he reaches into Tseng's trousers and wraps one hand around his cock. Their clean-up in the shower after their first session together had involved some friendly groping, so this isn't entirely unexplored territory. ]
I'd like to show you how good I am, [ he continues, lowering his voice to a pleasant husk, while his fingers move lightly over Tseng's length. ] 'Long as we're showing off what our mouths can do.
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the confidence with which alan takes hold of him gives tseng confidence, too, that alan will remember the things he'd learned in that shower about how tseng likes to be touched. he leans back against the pillows, spreading his thighs just slightly to give alan more room to work with. ]
I can almost guarantee that I'll never turn down a chance to let you demonstrate what your mouth can do.
[ whether that's being a smartass during sex or going down on tseng, all things are possible. as it turns out, tseng really does enjoy how much of a brat alan can be in bed. ]
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[ He grins, cheeky, letting go of Tseng's cock in order to start unbuttoning Tseng's shirt. ]
I'll have to see what I can do to strike that "almost."
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I have full confidence in you, Mr. Ross, [ he says. truthfully tseng wasn't even trying to be that circumspect about it, he's just been trained into that kind of caution, but now that alan has called him out on it he finds it amusing in retrospect. ] And I welcome any attempt you want to make.
[ does that sound a lot like "you can blow me any time you want"? if so, good. ]
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[ Still smiling, Alan pushes Tseng's shirt off his shoulders, and moves to straddle his lap. His hands draw back up Tseng's arms as he settles, warm, sensual; when his fingers reach Tseng's shoulders, he changes direction to slide them down Tseng's chest to his waist. Alan bends his head and starts laying wet, sucking kisses where his fingers just were -- Tseng's shoulders, his collarbone.
For this, he takes his time. Tseng seems to invite that kind of thing. He's a patient man, clearly, and though Alan can easily (and happily) imagine him behaving with impatient roughness, it doesn't seem like his natural proclivity. And it's nice to just enjoy his body, with hands and tongue.
Hands, right. One of Alan's hands creeps over to wrap around Tseng's cock again. He strokes him slowly but firmly, less with the intent of getting him off yet and more as a prelude, while his mouth moves down Tseng's chest to a nipple. ]
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there's an open appreciativeness to tseng's touches that gives away how much he really does like being naked with alan this way. although they don't know each other that well, yet, tseng has an impression of him as someone tseng might like to get to know better—both intimately and otherwise. ]
Fuck, [ tseng says, almost startled into pleasure by the way alan's hand closes around his cock. he'd been thinking of other things—the wet trail of kisses, the weight of alan across his thighs—and not paying attention to that hand moving, and so the shock of sensation takes him by surprise. in a good way, though, as tseng's cock throbs rather obviously under his touch. ] Mm, that's good...
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This is something he enjoys, something he feels nearly as good at as writing. Having a man's prick in his mouth, hard and hot, is a sensual pleasure in and of itself. He wraps one hand firmly around the base of Tseng's cock and sets about learning every inch of that pleasure. The weight of it against his tongue when he takes it into his mouth. The scent. The smoothness of skin against his lips. The twitch when his tongue flicks the right spot. ]
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tseng leans back against the pillows with a noise of pleasure and lifts a hand to thread it through the back of alan's hair. he's not going to do any guiding with that touch, at least not unless alan suggests he wants it, but it is a good way for tseng to give tactile feedback on how alan is doing—which, based on the semi-unconscious flexing of tseng's grip, is really very well, actually.
like this, tseng's cues are easy to read. he responds obviously to alan's tongue against his cockhead and applied just below the tip, as well as to the firm suction of his cheeks when he draws back. the more alan works him over, the more clearly the muscles of tseng's thighs flex with the effort it takes not to move too much, and his noises, quiet though they are, grow more regular and breathless with enjoyment. ]
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There comes a point where he thinks Tseng is starting to get close -- certainly he's breathless, his prick hard and wet in Alan's mouth, his thigh hard and warm under Alan's hand -- and at that point, Alan pulls back. Gives Tseng a bright, flushed-cheek grin, eyes alight with mischief. ]
Something holding you back?
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it also shouldn't be a surprise when alan pulls away right at the very moment that tseng's orgasm is threatening to overtake him. he's poised right at the edge, lightheaded, when all of a sudden the wet heat of alan's mouth disappears and tseng shudders, groaning aloud as he lifts his other hand to drag it down his face. ]
Oh, you're a fucking menace, [ tseng says, his tone full of both amusement and frustration. ] You know exactly what you're doing, don't you.
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[ It's not so much that he's trying to edge Tseng as he is trying to provoke him, to see what, if anything, will crack him out of quiet self-control. That groan makes Alan feel a little lightheaded with triumph himself. He strokes Tseng's cock once, carefully firm, deliberately slow, rubbing his thumb at the spot under the head that made Tseng react so well when it was Alan's tongue flicking it. ]
More?
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