[ he goes easily, feeling the command of that movement. not unlike a knife against his throat, delicate and precise, just enough pressure to know who is in charge here. he moves easily, practically in tseng's lap on his leather throne.
his hands slide along his shoulder, grasping his tie to pull him just a little closer. ]
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Date: 2020-05-08 05:38 am (UTC)his hands slide along his shoulder, grasping his tie to pull him just a little closer. ]