[It all happens so fast. Through the haze of heat and need he can mark the footsteps behind him, the faint whisper of door hinges, the way his clothes feel like a barrier that's trying to hold his radiant body heat in and there's sweat beginning to bead about his joints, in the junctures of his limbs. The sound of the latch clicking has barely faded from the air when all of a sudden he's not where he thought he was anymore, moved too fast for his desire-addled senses to track; one moment he's thinking of how many more steps it will take to reach his bedroom and the next his shoulderblades are digging into the entry wall, pinned up so snug and tight that he yowls into Tseng's mouth from it.
And he gives way — it feels so good to give way, here in the safety of his own quarters, where he can be as loud and as needy as he wants. They'd soundproofed the walls long ago on the excuse of company security, in case the vice president should need to conduct business within the comforts of his own rooms. Really it's so that he can howl as loud as he wants when he's got an alpha seeing to him — one of the few rare courtesies his father has ever shown him, not that he did it for his son's sake to begin with.]
Tseng!
[His legs leave the ground almost on instinct — one at first, testing, as he hooks it around Tseng's waist to help keep him close, then the other once he figures out that Tseng will hold him if he does it, will hold him up with nothing but the press of his body alone. His arms drape over Tseng's shoulders like it's a lover's embrace; the rest of their conduct is anything but saccharine, as his scent starts to flood the air unrestrained.
His nails, blunt though they are, shove down the back of Tseng's collar, beneath his coat and his shirt, looking for skin to dig into and mark. When he finally manages to drag himself away from the kiss far enough to talk, his eyes are dark and wild, unfocused with desire and desperation.]
Are you excited...?
[His lips are slick and wet from the force of the kiss; he licks at them, his mouth still open like he's expecting another to claim it at any moment.]
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And he gives way — it feels so good to give way, here in the safety of his own quarters, where he can be as loud and as needy as he wants. They'd soundproofed the walls long ago on the excuse of company security, in case the vice president should need to conduct business within the comforts of his own rooms. Really it's so that he can howl as loud as he wants when he's got an alpha seeing to him — one of the few rare courtesies his father has ever shown him, not that he did it for his son's sake to begin with.]
Tseng!
[His legs leave the ground almost on instinct — one at first, testing, as he hooks it around Tseng's waist to help keep him close, then the other once he figures out that Tseng will hold him if he does it, will hold him up with nothing but the press of his body alone. His arms drape over Tseng's shoulders like it's a lover's embrace; the rest of their conduct is anything but saccharine, as his scent starts to flood the air unrestrained.
His nails, blunt though they are, shove down the back of Tseng's collar, beneath his coat and his shirt, looking for skin to dig into and mark. When he finally manages to drag himself away from the kiss far enough to talk, his eyes are dark and wild, unfocused with desire and desperation.]
Are you excited...?
[His lips are slick and wet from the force of the kiss; he licks at them, his mouth still open like he's expecting another to claim it at any moment.]
— To see how I look, hhh, when I take your knot?