[ oh, hells, if it doesn't make tseng's knees weak to hear his name in that tone from rufus' mouth. they're pressed so closely together that tseng thinks he can feel every inch of rufus' body, down to the beat of his heart and the vibration of his voice in his chest; it's intoxicating, devastating, just like the press of rufus' thighs as he lifts his legs to circle tseng's waist. rufus' estimation is right, and tseng does hold him up against the wall with nothing but his hands on rufus' ass and the firm press of his own body. their mouths meet, and meet again, and rufus' scent floods the air around them with a sweet tang so perfect it makes tseng's molars ache.
when rufus pulls back from the kiss, tseng drops his mouth to rufus' throat instead. his tongue drags over a bare stripe of skin at the base of his throat, just above his collarbone, and then tseng bites a bruise into the curve of his shoulder that will necessitate higher collars until it's gone. he wants to take rufus apart. he wants to strip him piece by piece until he learns exactly what makes him tick.
with some force of effort, tseng drags his face away from the intoxicating scent in the hollow of rufus' throat and manages a response. ]
Can't you tell? [ surely rufus can feel the heat and pressure of tseng's cock where it's right up against his ass. he shifts just right and the hot length of it rubs insistently along the curve of one cheek. ] I haven't stopped thinking about it since I smelled you.
[ by some miracle, tseng doesn't stumble when he pulls rufus away from the wall to carry him to the bedroom instead. whether they'll make it remains to be seen, truly, but at least tseng knows the way and at least for now it seems like his legs will hold them. ]
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when rufus pulls back from the kiss, tseng drops his mouth to rufus' throat instead. his tongue drags over a bare stripe of skin at the base of his throat, just above his collarbone, and then tseng bites a bruise into the curve of his shoulder that will necessitate higher collars until it's gone. he wants to take rufus apart. he wants to strip him piece by piece until he learns exactly what makes him tick.
with some force of effort, tseng drags his face away from the intoxicating scent in the hollow of rufus' throat and manages a response. ]
Can't you tell? [ surely rufus can feel the heat and pressure of tseng's cock where it's right up against his ass. he shifts just right and the hot length of it rubs insistently along the curve of one cheek. ] I haven't stopped thinking about it since I smelled you.
[ by some miracle, tseng doesn't stumble when he pulls rufus away from the wall to carry him to the bedroom instead. whether they'll make it remains to be seen, truly, but at least tseng knows the way and at least for now it seems like his legs will hold them. ]