[ Reno grins as that fire stokes up in Tseng's core, watches it come to life in the color of his skin. He'll never get enough of that Oh My Heavens pink he turns, so lovely when he's taking those words of his straight to the head. He scoots himself just close enough for more leverage on that cheap fucking chair, thighs apart and raised up just a little on his knees. Both hands card through Tseng's hair, acquainting himself with what it feels like to stroke through it now. Short and sweet. Pretty and unburdened. He's not a big huge metaphors guy, but he likes how it feels like it means. He likes how it gives him free access to rake his nails down the back of his neck, his shoulders, the first few bumps of his spine. ]
And on the floor, the tables, against the walls...
[ He's so relaxed as he leans himself back, Tseng's fingers hardly need to push to be in him, as eager and willing as it gets. ]
Those aren't options, they're checkpoints. Just FYI.
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[ Reno grins as that fire stokes up in Tseng's core, watches it come to life in the color of his skin. He'll never get enough of that Oh My Heavens pink he turns, so lovely when he's taking those words of his straight to the head. He scoots himself just close enough for more leverage on that cheap fucking chair, thighs apart and raised up just a little on his knees. Both hands card through Tseng's hair, acquainting himself with what it feels like to stroke through it now. Short and sweet. Pretty and unburdened. He's not a big huge metaphors guy, but he likes how it feels like it means. He likes how it gives him free access to rake his nails down the back of his neck, his shoulders, the first few bumps of his spine. ]
And on the floor, the tables, against the walls...
[ He's so relaxed as he leans himself back, Tseng's fingers hardly need to push to be in him, as eager and willing as it gets. ]
Those aren't options, they're checkpoints. Just FYI.