[ They both came prepared to go hard, it seems. Reno's put on weight and clearly been training, and Tseng's been roughing it to the great benefit of his already highly satisfying physique, and neither one is in any mood to play the fuck around. Tseng lifts him and Reno does him the solid of taking some of the strain off his arms by tightening his legs tighter around him, positioning them up higher so that he can hold himself up, elbows bending to keep himself from sliding along the surface of the desk.
This isn't the soft, slow, gentle type of sex they had the first couple of times—the only few times, as it were—and Reno is more than fucking okay with that. It isn't just rough for the sake of being rough, either, the kind of hapless slamming-into he typically takes from guys twice his size with no care whatsoever for whether he's actually getting anything out of it. No, he hears exactly what Tseng wants him to with each driving thrust, and he makes good on that request to scream only when he feels it's due rather than for the sake of being performative. He grits his teeth, gasps, moans, whispers Tseng's name, yelps it, then oh, fuck howls like an animal, clawing down his back. This is the type of sex that says I miss you in all the ways he hasn't yet found the words to say verbally, and it's enough that it makes him want to die a little bit. In the best way, naturally. It makes him crazy the way he said Tseng gets his head all mixed up. Crazy in the way that makes him want to tear this whole building to the ground, demolish it, and leave it in flames, with only the two of them left standing.
There's no god damn way somebody isn't hearing him outside this door, and the thinks, good and screams for all he's worth, crushes the sound with a hard yank of Tseng's hair and their mouths pressed together, gasping, sobbing without tears (without tears), drawing away again to gulp for air, his whole body rocking against the table as he loosens his grasp just enough to let himself enjoy the ride a moment. ]
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This isn't the soft, slow, gentle type of sex they had the first couple of times—the only few times, as it were—and Reno is more than fucking okay with that. It isn't just rough for the sake of being rough, either, the kind of hapless slamming-into he typically takes from guys twice his size with no care whatsoever for whether he's actually getting anything out of it. No, he hears exactly what Tseng wants him to with each driving thrust, and he makes good on that request to scream only when he feels it's due rather than for the sake of being performative. He grits his teeth, gasps, moans, whispers Tseng's name, yelps it, then oh, fuck howls like an animal, clawing down his back. This is the type of sex that says I miss you in all the ways he hasn't yet found the words to say verbally, and it's enough that it makes him want to die a little bit. In the best way, naturally. It makes him crazy the way he said Tseng gets his head all mixed up. Crazy in the way that makes him want to tear this whole building to the ground, demolish it, and leave it in flames, with only the two of them left standing.
There's no god damn way somebody isn't hearing him outside this door, and the thinks, good and screams for all he's worth, crushes the sound with a hard yank of Tseng's hair and their mouths pressed together, gasping, sobbing without tears (without tears), drawing away again to gulp for air, his whole body rocking against the table as he loosens his grasp just enough to let himself enjoy the ride a moment. ]
Don't you fucking slow down on me. Come on—