[ Everything about this is shit that Tseng hates. The loudness just to be loud, the breach of privacy, the fact that he's on his knees on the fucking floor. It really compounds the fact that things have changed, irrevocably and surprisingly, when he finds himself gasping desperately for air beneath the echoed din of Reno's yelps ringing off the walls, when his hands clench tight and he finds he can't stop moving no matter how uncomfortable it is, no matter how much this shouldn't be doing it for him. Is it just a Reno thing, this morphing of ideas and circumstances that he's severely averse to, converted into thrills he's never even fucking imagined? Or is it just a part of how much he's broken now, because oh man, that option's a real contender.
Maybe it's both. Suddenly, it doesn't matter. Reno cinches around him like a snake and all the air squeezes out of his lungs. The pressure around his dick goes tight and grinding. Tseng knows exactly what that means. He ignores the peppered shadows dotting his eyes and grits his teeth, leaning over Reno's twisting body. No, a better place to bite down would be his throat, wide open and exposed, the perfect place to anchor himself while he fucks him hard enough to keep moving through the merciless clench of his muscles. His growls rumble right through Reno's skin. His mind goes blissfully silent but for this primal mantra of bite lick fuck harder harder faster almost.
In the end, Tseng fails to uphold his side of the show. He doesn't hit climax so much as it is ripped from him; Reno goes tighter than ever before and there's no breaking through it, nothing he can do but lay within him and feel the riot of contractions that happen in the wake of him spilling into Tseng's hand. Probably couldn't pull out if he wanted to. He doesn't want to. He goes right for the place he automatically goes every time, fitting his face into the crook of Reno's neck, burying the short, sharp sound he makes in his skin. Feels like it lasts forever too, his hands holding Reno just so against him so he's buried deep while he pulses inside, a perfect cradle of warmth and wetness.
And then holy fuck, he's exhausted. And giggling his ass off, suddenly. Is that applause he's hearing? If he could lift his head, he'd be shaking it. ]
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Maybe it's both. Suddenly, it doesn't matter. Reno cinches around him like a snake and all the air squeezes out of his lungs. The pressure around his dick goes tight and grinding. Tseng knows exactly what that means. He ignores the peppered shadows dotting his eyes and grits his teeth, leaning over Reno's twisting body. No, a better place to bite down would be his throat, wide open and exposed, the perfect place to anchor himself while he fucks him hard enough to keep moving through the merciless clench of his muscles. His growls rumble right through Reno's skin. His mind goes blissfully silent but for this primal mantra of bite lick fuck harder harder faster almost.
In the end, Tseng fails to uphold his side of the show. He doesn't hit climax so much as it is ripped from him; Reno goes tighter than ever before and there's no breaking through it, nothing he can do but lay within him and feel the riot of contractions that happen in the wake of him spilling into Tseng's hand. Probably couldn't pull out if he wanted to. He doesn't want to. He goes right for the place he automatically goes every time, fitting his face into the crook of Reno's neck, burying the short, sharp sound he makes in his skin. Feels like it lasts forever too, his hands holding Reno just so against him so he's buried deep while he pulses inside, a perfect cradle of warmth and wetness.
And then holy fuck, he's exhausted. And giggling his ass off, suddenly. Is that applause he's hearing? If he could lift his head, he'd be shaking it. ]