There are many things between them that require no explanation, and this is one. Almost before Rufus is finished asking, Tseng is lifting his hand. It is what he expects.
What he does not expect is how quickly Rufus sheds the veil of control. As always, he has overplanned, counting on complications and conflict where there is none. All Rufus has ever wanted is this.
He meets Rufus's gaze all the same. Understated though it is, there is a touch of gratitude to the look that passes between them. His fingers open wide to bare that promise he made to Rufus further.
"Always," he says, leaning over Rufus's chair, sinking down to his level until they are nose-to-nose. His free hand rises, his fingers stroking the curve of Rufus's cheek, collecting at the tip of his chin. Before, he would wait for Rufus's cue, let him set the pace. But things are different now; he takes the kiss instead, capturing Rufus's lips against his own, pressing harder for all the moments they've lost in the midst of their disagreement.
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What he does not expect is how quickly Rufus sheds the veil of control. As always, he has overplanned, counting on complications and conflict where there is none. All Rufus has ever wanted is this.
He meets Rufus's gaze all the same. Understated though it is, there is a touch of gratitude to the look that passes between them. His fingers open wide to bare that promise he made to Rufus further.
"Always," he says, leaning over Rufus's chair, sinking down to his level until they are nose-to-nose. His free hand rises, his fingers stroking the curve of Rufus's cheek, collecting at the tip of his chin. Before, he would wait for Rufus's cue, let him set the pace. But things are different now; he takes the kiss instead, capturing Rufus's lips against his own, pressing harder for all the moments they've lost in the midst of their disagreement.