[ That's it. It's not as if he's been hard-up for sex even since the day after the gala, and by god the things that some of it does to his heart just makes him crazy in the head. But Tseng is so different. It's always different, every time, and for once he absolutely doesn't even have the slightest inclination to wonder or guess why or how. He doesn't care. It doesn't matter why or how. It just is, and his biggest mistake was trying to pick that apart and make sense of it. It caused him to essentially lose his fucking mind, unable to handle the reality or even the fantasy. Whether he's just resolved not to be that way or if absence really just makes the heart give less of a fuck about the details, who knows, who cares. All he knows is he needed this.
Without regard for being overheard (unlikely, he thinks, and would anyone even give a shit if they did hear him in this backwards fucking place), Reno moans, growls out something like mmmmhfuck and digs his nails in. Tightens every last hold he's got on Tseng until it hurts, arms and legs and all around him as if to trap him in place, stop him from pulling back or going any deeper. Not until he lets him, which he does gradually, and then all at once, pulling him in to urge him on as if more and more and more couldn't possibly be enough, even right from the get-go. Already he's started to break out in a sweat, and it's not the sweltering desert heat. ]
Tseng— heh, they probably won't bust us even if I scream...
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Without regard for being overheard (unlikely, he thinks, and would anyone even give a shit if they did hear him in this backwards fucking place), Reno moans, growls out something like mmmmhfuck and digs his nails in. Tightens every last hold he's got on Tseng until it hurts, arms and legs and all around him as if to trap him in place, stop him from pulling back or going any deeper. Not until he lets him, which he does gradually, and then all at once, pulling him in to urge him on as if more and more and more couldn't possibly be enough, even right from the get-go. Already he's started to break out in a sweat, and it's not the sweltering desert heat. ]
Tseng— heh, they probably won't bust us even if I scream...