[ Almost immediately, Tseng realizes this desk isn't going to cut it. It's up on some kind of platform and they've fucked it right up to the edge. The terminal is dangerously close to toppling and the keyboard has, hovering by a wire over the floor. Yeah, no. This isn't working.
Tseng groans in frustration and lifts Reno up again. He's operating blind, far more interested in working his mouth down Reno's throat than looking where he's going, but there'll be a wall eventually. And there is. The second Reno's back presses into it, that's when he can do what he needs to get fucking done.
Now Reno's pressed between Tseng and the wall, both equally solid. He shifts beneath him until that connection is perfect again, just slick skin sliding until that snapping collision of flesh. The growl he looses then is not frustrated at all, just hungry, needy, absolutely insatiable now that Reno is back in his arms. And that's okay, Reno's still in his ear, telling him not to slow down, and there's no way he can anyway, not when that first thrust against something unshakeable has him murmuring curses under his breath like he's under an enthralling spell.
But this isn't just hammering Reno into a wall for the thrill of it. It's just as much him rubbing his fevered cheek against Reno's shoulder, panting against him for the solace this scant inch of flesh always provides him. His voice has a wounded softness to it when he casts his half-lidded gaze up at Reno, fond and reverent, and says: ]
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Tseng groans in frustration and lifts Reno up again. He's operating blind, far more interested in working his mouth down Reno's throat than looking where he's going, but there'll be a wall eventually. And there is. The second Reno's back presses into it, that's when he can do what he needs to get fucking done.
Now Reno's pressed between Tseng and the wall, both equally solid. He shifts beneath him until that connection is perfect again, just slick skin sliding until that snapping collision of flesh. The growl he looses then is not frustrated at all, just hungry, needy, absolutely insatiable now that Reno is back in his arms. And that's okay, Reno's still in his ear, telling him not to slow down, and there's no way he can anyway, not when that first thrust against something unshakeable has him murmuring curses under his breath like he's under an enthralling spell.
But this isn't just hammering Reno into a wall for the thrill of it. It's just as much him rubbing his fevered cheek against Reno's shoulder, panting against him for the solace this scant inch of flesh always provides him. His voice has a wounded softness to it when he casts his half-lidded gaze up at Reno, fond and reverent, and says: ]
Kiss me.