[ the night air is practically freezing in contrast to the sweet, muggy heat of the helicopter. it shocks some sense into tseng's system, blessedly, allows him to land on his feet when he hops down from the cabin and gestures to rude through the window that final shutdown procedures can begin. it will take a few minutes for rude to run through the checklist, but even so, he knows better than to follow them into rufus' quarters. like all the turks, he keeps track of rufus' heat schedule, so he knows that for the next several days, this wing of the building will be entirely off-limits.
it is, tseng thinks, a minor miracle that they make it into the building. two steps behind rufus and to his left, tseng follows him through the lobby doors and past the flustered-looking security guards, who he dismisses with a curt nod; down the stairs towards rufus' private residence, past an administrative assistant with a neat bob and sensible heels who looks at tseng, opens her mouth, and then wisely thinks better of it and closes it again. ]
Clear the vice president's schedule through Tuesday.
[ tseng's voice comes out blessedly steady, devoid of the alpha growl that's been simmering there all evening. the assistant manages a clipped yes, sir! and then turns on her heel to go back the way she came, and tseng continues on, lengthening his stride to keep up with the pace rufus sets.
he has never been so aware of every inch of his body. a bead of sweat forms between his shoulderblades and runs slowly down his spine; his cock throbs with every step, trapped as it is along the crease of his thigh in an effort to stop it being patently obvious to everyone they pass. he feels feverish, not like his skin is overwarm but like his core hass heated up, a furnace inside him driving his steps.
just a little farther.
down the hallway toward rufus' rooms. tseng's gaze drops unbidden to his ass, perfect, hidden beneath the layers of fabric that comprise his formalwear. at this distance his scent is nearly overwhelming, and it's only the long-worn habit of putting one foot in front of the other regardless of circumstance that keeps tseng walking, instead of pinning rufus to the wall to fuck him front of everyone.
in the end, he manages to hold back until the door swings shut behind him. the latch clicks into place, tseng reaches back to turn the deadbolt, and then before he's even really conscious of his actions he has rufus by the hips, turning him, pinning his back up against the wall so tseng can seal their mouths together in a thorough, punishing kiss. ]
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it is, tseng thinks, a minor miracle that they make it into the building. two steps behind rufus and to his left, tseng follows him through the lobby doors and past the flustered-looking security guards, who he dismisses with a curt nod; down the stairs towards rufus' private residence, past an administrative assistant with a neat bob and sensible heels who looks at tseng, opens her mouth, and then wisely thinks better of it and closes it again. ]
Clear the vice president's schedule through Tuesday.
[ tseng's voice comes out blessedly steady, devoid of the alpha growl that's been simmering there all evening. the assistant manages a clipped yes, sir! and then turns on her heel to go back the way she came, and tseng continues on, lengthening his stride to keep up with the pace rufus sets.
he has never been so aware of every inch of his body. a bead of sweat forms between his shoulderblades and runs slowly down his spine; his cock throbs with every step, trapped as it is along the crease of his thigh in an effort to stop it being patently obvious to everyone they pass. he feels feverish, not like his skin is overwarm but like his core hass heated up, a furnace inside him driving his steps.
just a little farther.
down the hallway toward rufus' rooms. tseng's gaze drops unbidden to his ass, perfect, hidden beneath the layers of fabric that comprise his formalwear. at this distance his scent is nearly overwhelming, and it's only the long-worn habit of putting one foot in front of the other regardless of circumstance that keeps tseng walking, instead of pinning rufus to the wall to fuck him front of everyone.
in the end, he manages to hold back until the door swings shut behind him. the latch clicks into place, tseng reaches back to turn the deadbolt, and then before he's even really conscious of his actions he has rufus by the hips, turning him, pinning his back up against the wall so tseng can seal their mouths together in a thorough, punishing kiss. ]