[ That kiss is like the edge of a blade severing the very last of his strings. Now nothing truly matters. Not gravity, which he is handling well enough on his own, half by virtue of knowing in some hardly-won way how Reno will move and how to move him in kind to keep them both kinetic. Not their circumstances, not the stupid narrative running like an obtrusive marquee in the back of his mind, not even the need to breathe. His only concern is for Reno's tongue licking into his mouth, his hand on his face, how sweet he sounds when Tseng rocks into him and it's so good that he can feel them both trembling in unison.
He thinks he must look awful. Pained and frantic. Still doesn't care. Honesty is what Reno deserves here; let him discover every carnal clue in how roughly and hungrily he ruts against him, let him see how much needs this, how terribly he needs Reno in every capacity he has to give. If this is the last thing he ever tells him, he wants it to be indisputable.
And somehow, no matter how much it pulls from him, he's still aware that it isn't enough. He traps Reno soundly against the wall with his hips and with his hands, lances as soundly and deeply into him as he possibly can, and there at least he can impart that much. The fuller shape of Reno's ass has him crumpling his face in euphoric agony as he grinds hard against it, as if he means to embed himself deeper than he ever has. The half-buried sounds he makes against Reno's mouth turn frantic and raw, less like a rough refrain before the end and more like something that always was, revealed in full. ]
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He thinks he must look awful. Pained and frantic. Still doesn't care. Honesty is what Reno deserves here; let him discover every carnal clue in how roughly and hungrily he ruts against him, let him see how much needs this, how terribly he needs Reno in every capacity he has to give. If this is the last thing he ever tells him, he wants it to be indisputable.
And somehow, no matter how much it pulls from him, he's still aware that it isn't enough. He traps Reno soundly against the wall with his hips and with his hands, lances as soundly and deeply into him as he possibly can, and there at least he can impart that much. The fuller shape of Reno's ass has him crumpling his face in euphoric agony as he grinds hard against it, as if he means to embed himself deeper than he ever has. The half-buried sounds he makes against Reno's mouth turn frantic and raw, less like a rough refrain before the end and more like something that always was, revealed in full. ]