[ Ha, imagine that. The last time anyone applauded him getting fucking wrecked on the floor he was about nineteen years younger and the Honeybee hadn't yet seen the graceful touch of Andrea Rhodea's remarkably clean business practices. Reno laughs breathlessly between snivel-hics, sniffle-laughing, the relentless grasp of his body and limbs around Tseng falling away to lay there limp and spent for as long as it takes him to wipe his eyes and finish giggleboohooing. It's hard to help grinning with Tseng losing it overtop of him. Having someone laugh while they're coming in you is, like, a really special feeling that can't be put into words.
God, he's so in love. This world deserves to burn straight to the core. ]
Got your giggledick real good that time, crazyface.
[ God why! Is he still! Sobbing! Rather than waste time wiping his eyes, he props himself on his elbow to nudge his wet nose against Tseng's decidedly less wet one, grinning from ear to ear. ]
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God, he's so in love. This world deserves to burn straight to the core. ]
Got your giggledick real good that time, crazyface.
[ God why! Is he still! Sobbing! Rather than waste time wiping his eyes, he props himself on his elbow to nudge his wet nose against Tseng's decidedly less wet one, grinning from ear to ear. ]
You're soooo beautiful.