As soon as Tseng releases his throat he draws in a large raspy breath, oxygen filling his lungs in a rush. His vision is still spotty at the edge and every hard thrust almost makes his eyes water but he never breaks eye contact with Tseng.

He felt himself close to that edge as Tseng worked him open even wider with his fingers "Tseng- again-" which maybe wasn't the best idea since his lungs still burned slightly from the lack of air the first time but he was so close to his climax he wanted to feel that same intense pleasure once more even if it was dangerous.