All mine. [ Tseng says, tracing his tongue over the raised scar tissue stroked across Reno's chest. How odd it is now, that Tseng can so clearly recall carving each line, but when he tries to remember the source of them, all that he can retrieve is white noise and nothingness.

Absolutely pathetic. He sweeps the terminal keys out of the way, along with a few odds and ends to clear space upon the desk. In their place, he lifts and sets Reno down, giving him enough distance to finally kick off the rest of this uniform. ]

I mean to make you feel it tonight.

[ He rises just as soon as he is able, slipping between Reno's thighs. His tongue sweeps over Reno's lips as he draws his cock out of his boxers and wets himself down. ]

And a few more nights besides. [ he catches his lip on his teeth. ] I'm going to leave you with something to take home.