The hungry look in Tseng's eyes, always made him shiver. To have those beautiful amethyst orbs focused only on him was a potent aphrodisiac to be sure.
The thrust had him writhing beneath them, a soft pleasured sound slipping from his lips. Genesis didn't consider himself your stereotypical bottom, but Tseng had a way of making him sound, and move like one, despite his best efforts to remain quiet and in control.