[ Tseng's eyes dart toward the gun on the table the second he hears voices. What an un-turk-like dilemma, being stranded so far away from firepower. Good thing he resigned before he threw the whole season. He considers going for it, and then Reno lets loose that resounding scream, and Tseng feels his heart start to race and his face light up all at once.
Yeah. This is him. The batshit fuckwild shrieking banshee of his dreams. Tseng wastes no time throwing him to the ground. ]
You're fucking crazy.
[ He says it the same way he said I love you that first time, breathless, with more pathos than he's ever expended in his life. It's not even voluntary; Reno draws this shit out of him, the same way looking at him now sinks his stomach in that free-falling vertigo kind of way, as if he's never touched him before, as if all of this is new and fresh and he can't wait for them to go out together, bright and explosive like dying stars. Everything else looks so colorless in comparison. Nothing else feels so real, so vivid, so alive.
But Reno does, with skin so hot it's nearly molten beneath his smoothing hands, his body like a furnace as he eases himself back inside. He can still hear them talking out there ("Nah!! Don't go in there. I think Dan's porkin' that newbie from Dollet.") but it's not doing much to kill the crazed edge to his grin. ]
More.
[ He drags his palm over his tongue and wraps his fingers around Reno's cock, jerking in time with each brutal slam of his hips. The light in his eyes has turned to wildfire now. This has never been an option before, turning Reno out in such a shamefully public venue, showing everyone what they are and precisely what that fucking means. If he wasn't inspired to rattle every last sound out of Reno until his ears are ringing before, he is now. ]
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Yeah. This is him. The batshit fuckwild shrieking banshee of his dreams. Tseng wastes no time throwing him to the ground. ]
You're fucking crazy.
[ He says it the same way he said I love you that first time, breathless, with more pathos than he's ever expended in his life. It's not even voluntary; Reno draws this shit out of him, the same way looking at him now sinks his stomach in that free-falling vertigo kind of way, as if he's never touched him before, as if all of this is new and fresh and he can't wait for them to go out together, bright and explosive like dying stars. Everything else looks so colorless in comparison. Nothing else feels so real, so vivid, so alive.
But Reno does, with skin so hot it's nearly molten beneath his smoothing hands, his body like a furnace as he eases himself back inside. He can still hear them talking out there ("Nah!! Don't go in there. I think Dan's porkin' that newbie from Dollet.") but it's not doing much to kill the crazed edge to his grin. ]
More.
[ He drags his palm over his tongue and wraps his fingers around Reno's cock, jerking in time with each brutal slam of his hips. The light in his eyes has turned to wildfire now. This has never been an option before, turning Reno out in such a shamefully public venue, showing everyone what they are and precisely what that fucking means. If he wasn't inspired to rattle every last sound out of Reno until his ears are ringing before, he is now. ]
Let them hear everything.