Tseng smirks down at him. He can feel Rufus getting close, and that's when the pressure between his fingers slowly abates, when he starts dragging them featherlight up and down the length of Rufus's cock. Slow, practically too fleeting to feel. He wonders how long Rufus's composure will last like this.
He still has it in mind to teach Rufus a lesson, though. His fingers start to pump again, at not quite the maddening, jolting speed they were before—just enough to bring him to the edge and leave him there again.
"You want my mouth," he says, licking his lips until they glisten. "Do you think you've earned it?"
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Tseng smirks down at him. He can feel Rufus getting close, and that's when the pressure between his fingers slowly abates, when he starts dragging them featherlight up and down the length of Rufus's cock. Slow, practically too fleeting to feel. He wonders how long Rufus's composure will last like this.
He still has it in mind to teach Rufus a lesson, though. His fingers start to pump again, at not quite the maddening, jolting speed they were before—just enough to bring him to the edge and leave him there again.
"You want my mouth," he says, licking his lips until they glisten. "Do you think you've earned it?"