[ Funny how quickly Tseng forgets how good this feels. He knows, sure; he's convinced that's the reason why he's so fucking addicted to it in the first place. But every time it's a mind-shattering surprise when he's sliding slick and wanting into Reno's excruciatingly perfect heat, struck again and again by how anything could feel so amazing. And that's just what he's thinking when the iron cinch of Reno's legs and arms and muscles close around him, strangling him all over, leaving him on the precipice of what is quickly seeming more like something he needs than desires. ]
Reno—
[ His growl precedes a strangled groan that's drawn from the sudden sensation of being devoured wholly, buried and held captive in this wonderfully agonizing clench. His hips jerk hard to make up for that second he was held at bay, before he can stop himself, and his lips coast over Reno's shoulders in the aftermath, mouthing silent apologies into his skin. ]
Scream anyway.
[ Maybe not so apologetic. Tseng's fingers clench hard into each of Reno's cheeks, spread him wide, lift him til he's barely even touching the desk anymore. All this new ramblin' muscle is gonna be put to good fucking use tonight. ]
See if they can hear you all the way back in fucking Midgar.
[ All Tseng cares about is finding the right angle to fuck him like he's trying to tell him something, something Reno will only get if his head is snapping back with every thrust, a language spoken only by grinding skin and shuddering impact. ]
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Reno—
[ His growl precedes a strangled groan that's drawn from the sudden sensation of being devoured wholly, buried and held captive in this wonderfully agonizing clench. His hips jerk hard to make up for that second he was held at bay, before he can stop himself, and his lips coast over Reno's shoulders in the aftermath, mouthing silent apologies into his skin. ]
Scream anyway.
[ Maybe not so apologetic. Tseng's fingers clench hard into each of Reno's cheeks, spread him wide, lift him til he's barely even touching the desk anymore. All this new ramblin' muscle is gonna be put to good fucking use tonight. ]
See if they can hear you all the way back in fucking Midgar.
[ All Tseng cares about is finding the right angle to fuck him like he's trying to tell him something, something Reno will only get if his head is snapping back with every thrust, a language spoken only by grinding skin and shuddering impact. ]