Rude isn't surprise that a fist to the face is what does it for Tseng, but he feels some relief for the first time as he's filled up with his release. It adds a little bit more slickness a lot too late, but he's still glad this might mean Tseng would pull out and let him start to deal with the soreness and accompanying emptiness.
He's sure it would be over then--that he'd be left there unfinished while the other man starts to put himself back into his clothing. Thankfully Tseng seems open to allowing Rude to demand more of him. There was no obligation to, so he can only assume he's working with whatever gratitude his superior feels for Rude having gotten him off in a satisfactory manner. Rude lets go of Tseng's windpipe, arms dropping to his sides, only gathering up beautiful black hair as Tseng allows him to haul him by the dark strands to the right position to guide his cock into that mouth of his.
Rude is so close that it only takes two maybe three bumps of his cock against the back of Tseng's throat between his tonsils for him to moan loudly, almost shouting, at the intensity of his orgasm. He can see that Tseng is gagging, but forces his head down to stay deep in his throat as he rocks his hips slowly, milking himself down the back of his throat even if he resists.
He lets go the moment he's done, his arms dropping down to drape over his face as he catches his breath. As the pleasure subsides he's reminded of the sources of all the pain one by one. "Will you sleep now?"
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He's sure it would be over then--that he'd be left there unfinished while the other man starts to put himself back into his clothing. Thankfully Tseng seems open to allowing Rude to demand more of him. There was no obligation to, so he can only assume he's working with whatever gratitude his superior feels for Rude having gotten him off in a satisfactory manner. Rude lets go of Tseng's windpipe, arms dropping to his sides, only gathering up beautiful black hair as Tseng allows him to haul him by the dark strands to the right position to guide his cock into that mouth of his.
Rude is so close that it only takes two maybe three bumps of his cock against the back of Tseng's throat between his tonsils for him to moan loudly, almost shouting, at the intensity of his orgasm. He can see that Tseng is gagging, but forces his head down to stay deep in his throat as he rocks his hips slowly, milking himself down the back of his throat even if he resists.
He lets go the moment he's done, his arms dropping down to drape over his face as he catches his breath. As the pleasure subsides he's reminded of the sources of all the pain one by one. "Will you sleep now?"