He tries to twists his arms to get free but Tseng has his wrists pressed hard to the armrest. He doesn't want to come but Tseng is making it extremely difficult at the moment and he both hates him and loves him for it.
He arches his back, clutching his hands into fists against Tseng's fingers.
"Fuck- " and then in a low, tight hiss- "-please- you know what I need."
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He tries to twists his arms to get free but Tseng has his wrists pressed hard to the armrest. He doesn't want to come but Tseng is making it extremely difficult at the moment and he both hates him and loves him for it.
He arches his back, clutching his hands into fists against Tseng's fingers.
"Fuck- " and then in a low, tight hiss- "-please- you know what I need."