Tseng isn't sure if it is ever going to end. If this is some form of retribution for the things he's done. Watching Rufus open up his mouth, wash him over with his tongue, is a new sort of torment. No one has ever dared to toy with him like this before—nor have they had the opportunity to.

It's one of those rare things that Rufus is afforded because of who he is, what he means to Tseng. To suffer beneath his lewd mouth is fine if it is him. No matter what, it means they are together again.

He is dragging so much out of Tseng with these teasing little licks, his cock drooling so badly it looks almost as if he's come already. Tseng watches him clean it on the tip of his tongue, reaches out to stroke his jaw, his cheek. He is still watching, and then Rufus descends and his cock disappears down Rufus's throat and he can feel the depth, the wetness, and his eyes are closing, his breathing stuttering on how different it feels. He can feel every motion of Rufus's mouth echoing down. His whole body buzzes electric, and the fingers pressing into Rufus's face turn a little harder, clasp a little tighter.