Rufus can't help but let out a soft whimper of impatience, every bit of his resolve melting away under Tseng's expert touch just leaving him hanging there. He is addicted to how Tseng can wield pleasure like a weapon, leaving his entire body trembling.
"Yes, I have, Tseng-" He doesn't care how desperate he sounds right now as Tseng keeps him on that edge and the sight of Tseng licking his lips sent a jolt right down his body to his cock. "Please. Please."
Words uttered so breathlessly and so earnestly only for Tseng.
"Hm." Tseng is in no great rush to wrap this up. These dalliances with Rufus often take awhile; the time has been budgeted for. Nothing is holding him back from driving Rufus crazy for it.
And if anything, this is the best part. Watching the most powerful man in the world twist and writhe beneath him, pleading with him despite how deaf he knows that Tseng can be to such things. He will do what he likes, on his own time, and that has ever been a constant.
He drags the back of his nails up and down Rufus's cock while he pretends at considering his requests. It's tempting to keep this up, to bring him right to the brink and ruin the release for him. He thinks that's precisely what he wants to do.
"You beg so prettily, Mr. President," he says, twisting his fingers, darting them away. He's decided that Rufus will not get much touch in succession anymore; let him strain and twitch in the air while Tseng watches, suckling on his lower lip. "But I think you can do better."
Rufus tries to pull his wrists free while fully aware that Tseng isn't going to let him free until he decides to, practically panting in ragged gasps at this point. It's agonizing ecstasy to be kept like this, just where Tseng wants him.
When Tseng pulls his fingers away from his cock he wants to growl and order Tseng to do what he wants but that wasn't going to get him what he wanted this time. He knew Tseng was well aware of what he was doing when he sucked on his lower lip like that and what it was doing to him.
He never would have considered begging for anyone else but Tseng somehow knew just how to draw each breathless word from his lips. "Tseng...I'm begging you. Anything you want..."
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"Yes, I have, Tseng-" He doesn't care how desperate he sounds right now as Tseng keeps him on that edge and the sight of Tseng licking his lips sent a jolt right down his body to his cock. "Please. Please."
Words uttered so breathlessly and so earnestly only for Tseng.
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And if anything, this is the best part. Watching the most powerful man in the world twist and writhe beneath him, pleading with him despite how deaf he knows that Tseng can be to such things. He will do what he likes, on his own time, and that has ever been a constant.
He drags the back of his nails up and down Rufus's cock while he pretends at considering his requests. It's tempting to keep this up, to bring him right to the brink and ruin the release for him. He thinks that's precisely what he wants to do.
"You beg so prettily, Mr. President," he says, twisting his fingers, darting them away. He's decided that Rufus will not get much touch in succession anymore; let him strain and twitch in the air while Tseng watches, suckling on his lower lip. "But I think you can do better."
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When Tseng pulls his fingers away from his cock he wants to growl and order Tseng to do what he wants but that wasn't going to get him what he wanted this time. He knew Tseng was well aware of what he was doing when he sucked on his lower lip like that and what it was doing to him.
He never would have considered begging for anyone else but Tseng somehow knew just how to draw each breathless word from his lips. "Tseng...I'm begging you. Anything you want..."