[ it's a blessing to know that the trip is short between the helipad to rufus' apartments in the shinra headquarters. it means fewer people to see them, and more importantly, less time they have to spend doing something other than tearing at each other's clothes and trying to climb inside each other's skin. tseng traces the route in his mind, well-worn from thousands of trips to and from—in through the security doors and across the foyer, down an escalator, left into a hallway, through the door into the apartment and then into the bedroom. easy.
...probably easy.
tseng watches as his scent does what he hoped it would, shoring up the walls of rufus' self-control and allowing him to slip back into the skin of rufus shinra, the alpha heir apparent to the company empire. after so many years working together, tseng has seen rufus act the alpha more times than he could ever hope to count—now, for the first time, it looks... odd. not wrong—rufus wears alpha status like a second skin, perfect—but like a double exposure. rufus as an alpha, and then the ghost of rufus the omega, needy and beautiful. ]
I'm prepared to rise to the challenge, sir. [ although there's a ticking muscle in tseng's jaw as it clenches that suggests he's actually not, not quite. walking two steps behind rufus all the way into the building, being forced to look at his ass, to smell his heat and not touch—and besides that, the way rufus's laugh sounds so much like a sob of desire that it makes tseng want to shove him down and fuck him until he screams—
it's a good thing his jacket is cut so long, but even so, tseng shifts surreptitiously to readjust the way the hard length of his cock sits in his trousers. ]
I can make no promises, however, about the state of my saliva.
[ the helicopter touches down on the landing pad. the rotors begin to wind down, their roar dulling to a whine. tseng looks up to meet rufus' gaze, unhesitating, his own eyes full of promise. ]
no subject
...probably easy.
tseng watches as his scent does what he hoped it would, shoring up the walls of rufus' self-control and allowing him to slip back into the skin of rufus shinra, the alpha heir apparent to the company empire. after so many years working together, tseng has seen rufus act the alpha more times than he could ever hope to count—now, for the first time, it looks... odd. not wrong—rufus wears alpha status like a second skin, perfect—but like a double exposure. rufus as an alpha, and then the ghost of rufus the omega, needy and beautiful. ]
I'm prepared to rise to the challenge, sir. [ although there's a ticking muscle in tseng's jaw as it clenches that suggests he's actually not, not quite. walking two steps behind rufus all the way into the building, being forced to look at his ass, to smell his heat and not touch—and besides that, the way rufus's laugh sounds so much like a sob of desire that it makes tseng want to shove him down and fuck him until he screams—
it's a good thing his jacket is cut so long, but even so, tseng shifts surreptitiously to readjust the way the hard length of his cock sits in his trousers. ]
I can make no promises, however, about the state of my saliva.
[ the helicopter touches down on the landing pad. the rotors begin to wind down, their roar dulling to a whine. tseng looks up to meet rufus' gaze, unhesitating, his own eyes full of promise. ]
Are you ready?