[ Kick Reno does, hips raising and then lowering, sprawled out over the desk with his thighs fallen open and his chest rising and falling faster than he thinks it probably ought to be at this stage in the game. His breath settles when Tseng comes close again, reaching out as if it's absolutely imperative that he touch him. The most important and precious thing in his life, running his hands down the plane of his back, grasping at his flanks, up his arms, down his sides, up his chest, all the way down again to his hips. His legs raise and encircle Tseng's waist, hooking at the calves and capturing him in, drawing him ever closer. ]
Aw, more than I already am? You gonna leave me sore?
[ The good kind. And maybe the bad kind, a little, the heartsore kind. So good and so fucking miserable. He kinda likes the ironic tragedy of it, though. No matter who has him, he's always completely Tseng's. I mean, check it: he's got his name on him. Just like the kids that are now adults that are now, half of them, eliminated by his hand (eliminated no longer means dead these days; it means, made so that they'll never see the light of day again.). ]
C'mere, show me. Gimme everything you got. You're all mine, too, you know.
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Aw, more than I already am? You gonna leave me sore?
[ The good kind. And maybe the bad kind, a little, the heartsore kind. So good and so fucking miserable. He kinda likes the ironic tragedy of it, though. No matter who has him, he's always completely Tseng's. I mean, check it: he's got his name on him. Just like the kids that are now adults that are now, half of them, eliminated by his hand (eliminated no longer means dead these days; it means, made so that they'll never see the light of day again.). ]
C'mere, show me. Gimme everything you got. You're all mine, too, you know.