Like a fucking mongoose in search of snake eggs to suck down, Tseng hones in on his target, digging it out of Rude's slacks like buried treasure.
He's given up staring into space and props himself up on his elbows to look down at the fingers nearing his cock. Maybe Tseng would take pity on him and not take advantage of his love affair with pain. When those nails catch on his piercing his whole body jerks to attention, his lungs holding onto the breath it has and not letting go. Had it been anyone else he might have excused it as accidental but with Tseng nothing ever was.
Rude starts to breathe again as the weight of his superior eases off of him, but he's sluggish to comply. Before he can even get very far there's pressure against his delicates. Not enough to cause serious pain, but enough to send discomfort rushing through him, challenging arousal for the top spot. "Yes, sir." Rude indulges Tseng by using honorifics as he carefully shifts his hips this way and that to get out of his dress pants, not wanting to lift his hips while there's a polished boot on his junk threatening to do damage.
It takes him less than a minute to get them off and kick them aside leaving him awkwardly undressed from the waist down except for shoes, socks, and the garters attached to them.
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He's given up staring into space and props himself up on his elbows to look down at the fingers nearing his cock. Maybe Tseng would take pity on him and not take advantage of his love affair with pain. When those nails catch on his piercing his whole body jerks to attention, his lungs holding onto the breath it has and not letting go. Had it been anyone else he might have excused it as accidental but with Tseng nothing ever was.
Rude starts to breathe again as the weight of his superior eases off of him, but he's sluggish to comply. Before he can even get very far there's pressure against his delicates. Not enough to cause serious pain, but enough to send discomfort rushing through him, challenging arousal for the top spot. "Yes, sir." Rude indulges Tseng by using honorifics as he carefully shifts his hips this way and that to get out of his dress pants, not wanting to lift his hips while there's a polished boot on his junk threatening to do damage.
It takes him less than a minute to get them off and kick them aside leaving him awkwardly undressed from the waist down except for shoes, socks, and the garters attached to them.