He lets out a low whimper when Tseng shifts and pulls out of him, feeling his absence keenly as he was laid out on the couch. He's painfully hard and even that fleeting contact is almost enough as Tseng thrusts hard into him once more.

His hands grasp at Tseng's shoulders but he doesn't shove him off, instead digging his nails into his shirt. The lack of air makes him feel intoxicated, every part of his body is sensitive to even the slightest touch. He feels as if he's slipping away as he suddenly reaches his climax hard with a strangled gasp that is forced out through a crushed windpipe, tears running from the corner of his eyes.