[There are no words for how good it feels to be wrapped up in Tseng in that moment, with his heat raging and their mingling scents thick in the air and the freedom to be as loud as he wants — to not have to think about how he looks or acts or snarls, free to bare his throat to Tseng's attention and whine audibly as his teeth sink home into a mark that isn't going away anytime soon. It's dizzy and feverish and soon it feels like he's lost control of his limbs a bit, too insensible to move them with any sort of intent because he's so busy clinging and trilling and trying to get more of everything Tseng offers and then some.
Fuck, but his cock feels big when he grinds it against him, full and thick and just what he wants. He's had alpha studs before but he's never wanted like he wants this, panting and whimpering and convinced that there's nothing in the world that could possibly feel as good as Tseng will feel when he takes him — hells, he hasn't even come close to it yet and already he's certain of it beyond a shadow of every doubt.]
Don't stop. Don't stop thinking about me — !
[Tseng pulls them away from the wall, just takes hold of him and moves him because fuck, he's so strong — he hides it beneath those trim-tailored suits but pressed up against him, there's no hiding how it's all muscle underneath and fuck, he wants to trace each one with his tongue, taste his sweat, bite little omega claims of his own into his flesh — and he wraps around Tseng like it's the most natural thing in the world, purring audibly from the unparalleled pleasure of being held.]
My alpha. My Tseng. You're mine, too — mine, mine —
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[There are no words for how good it feels to be wrapped up in Tseng in that moment, with his heat raging and their mingling scents thick in the air and the freedom to be as loud as he wants — to not have to think about how he looks or acts or snarls, free to bare his throat to Tseng's attention and whine audibly as his teeth sink home into a mark that isn't going away anytime soon. It's dizzy and feverish and soon it feels like he's lost control of his limbs a bit, too insensible to move them with any sort of intent because he's so busy clinging and trilling and trying to get more of everything Tseng offers and then some.
Fuck, but his cock feels big when he grinds it against him, full and thick and just what he wants. He's had alpha studs before but he's never wanted like he wants this, panting and whimpering and convinced that there's nothing in the world that could possibly feel as good as Tseng will feel when he takes him — hells, he hasn't even come close to it yet and already he's certain of it beyond a shadow of every doubt.]
Don't stop. Don't stop thinking about me — !
[Tseng pulls them away from the wall, just takes hold of him and moves him because fuck, he's so strong — he hides it beneath those trim-tailored suits but pressed up against him, there's no hiding how it's all muscle underneath and fuck, he wants to trace each one with his tongue, taste his sweat, bite little omega claims of his own into his flesh — and he wraps around Tseng like it's the most natural thing in the world, purring audibly from the unparalleled pleasure of being held.]
My alpha. My Tseng. You're mine, too — mine, mine —