[ Evidently that's funny to him. It is not, actually. Alright, maybe a little. It's funny in the "this is the sexy banter we're doing" kind of way, and also in the "it's funny how life turned out like this" kind of way, but he can't really be preoccupied with stupid shit like humor when Tseng's got his mouth and tongue and teeth on his throat like that. He's temporarily seized by how much he missed that, how badly he craved these particular hands on him, how utterly separate they are from anyone else's. They touch all the same places in all the same ways, and yet it's a completely different feeling. Even through both layers of clothes, his own and the uniform, he feels his skin prickle with goosebumps and heat up all over.
When he tips his head down, their helmets clunk together. He honestly kind of forgot he was wearing one for a second. Stupid fucking visor, does this thing come off? Lift up? Something? No? He scrapes the lenses of their facemasks together like two deer tangling antlers, teeth gritting. It's never been such a damn ordeal to kiss someone before, that actually kinda makes it hotter, not being able to. ]
I could pay you in just not selling you out or caging you, or whatever, isn't that how I'm supposed to act...? What was it you said? Duplicitous bastard.
[ Tell that to how he parts his thighs to straddle across Tseng's lap, pressing the heels of his hands and his fingertips into his shoulders and the sides of his neck in a coaxing, massaging sort of way. ]
I don't think I can run things that way. New era and all that, y'know.
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[ Evidently that's funny to him. It is not, actually. Alright, maybe a little. It's funny in the "this is the sexy banter we're doing" kind of way, and also in the "it's funny how life turned out like this" kind of way, but he can't really be preoccupied with stupid shit like humor when Tseng's got his mouth and tongue and teeth on his throat like that. He's temporarily seized by how much he missed that, how badly he craved these particular hands on him, how utterly separate they are from anyone else's. They touch all the same places in all the same ways, and yet it's a completely different feeling. Even through both layers of clothes, his own and the uniform, he feels his skin prickle with goosebumps and heat up all over.
When he tips his head down, their helmets clunk together. He honestly kind of forgot he was wearing one for a second. Stupid fucking visor, does this thing come off? Lift up? Something? No? He scrapes the lenses of their facemasks together like two deer tangling antlers, teeth gritting. It's never been such a damn ordeal to kiss someone before, that actually kinda makes it hotter, not being able to. ]
I could pay you in just not selling you out or caging you, or whatever, isn't that how I'm supposed to act...? What was it you said? Duplicitous bastard.
[ Tell that to how he parts his thighs to straddle across Tseng's lap, pressing the heels of his hands and his fingertips into his shoulders and the sides of his neck in a coaxing, massaging sort of way. ]
I don't think I can run things that way. New era and all that, y'know.