[ even if every cell in his body weren't totally attuned to rufus, tseng would still notice the note of cold fear that works its way into the scent emanating from him—it's a sharp contrast to the warmth of his scent otherwise, and it forces a low rumbling noise out the back of tseng's throat as he presses his lips to rufus' neck and holds him just a little tighter. ]
I know you do, baby. [ it's an endearment he would never use, not ever, except for the intensity of rufus' need and the alpha instincts roaring in the back of his mind. he wants to reassure, wants rufus to know that it's only a delay, not a refusal—the way tseng feels right now, how could rufus possibly doubt that tseng would give him any thing he could possibly want as soon as they're within the safety of his room?
with a note of raw honesty and real possessiveness in his voice, tseng says, ] I'm not letting anyone else see you like that.
[ rufus is beautiful, a creature of need and instinct as he fucks himself back on tseng's finger, his body tightening and relaxing in rhythmic waves around the intrusion. and if he's this gorgeous when it's only tseng's finger inside him, what is he going to look like when tseng's knot is buried inside him? there's no way in hell tseng will ever be able to let anyone else see it—not even a beta like rude, who would absolutely be the one to see it if tseng were to knot rufus right here.
as a distraction, tseng slips another finger inside rufus and resumes stroking his prostate, not hard enough to ache but certainly enough for rufus to feel it. he senses the way rufus' scent sweetens in response and feels relieved for it, to know that rufus can read his intentions—that he knows, however instinctively, that tseng knows what he needs.
and what he needs is this: to be touched, to be treasured, to be made to come with two of his alpha's (his alpha's) fingers buried inside him. ]
Come for me. [ tseng's voice is a growl of command, rumbling against rufus' throat. ] Let me feel you.
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I know you do, baby. [ it's an endearment he would never use, not ever, except for the intensity of rufus' need and the alpha instincts roaring in the back of his mind. he wants to reassure, wants rufus to know that it's only a delay, not a refusal—the way tseng feels right now, how could rufus possibly doubt that tseng would give him any thing he could possibly want as soon as they're within the safety of his room?
with a note of raw honesty and real possessiveness in his voice, tseng says, ] I'm not letting anyone else see you like that.
[ rufus is beautiful, a creature of need and instinct as he fucks himself back on tseng's finger, his body tightening and relaxing in rhythmic waves around the intrusion. and if he's this gorgeous when it's only tseng's finger inside him, what is he going to look like when tseng's knot is buried inside him? there's no way in hell tseng will ever be able to let anyone else see it—not even a beta like rude, who would absolutely be the one to see it if tseng were to knot rufus right here.
as a distraction, tseng slips another finger inside rufus and resumes stroking his prostate, not hard enough to ache but certainly enough for rufus to feel it. he senses the way rufus' scent sweetens in response and feels relieved for it, to know that rufus can read his intentions—that he knows, however instinctively, that tseng knows what he needs.
and what he needs is this: to be touched, to be treasured, to be made to come with two of his alpha's (his alpha's) fingers buried inside him. ]
Come for me. [ tseng's voice is a growl of command, rumbling against rufus' throat. ] Let me feel you.