I'm Not Gonna Get Shit Done Until I Unharden My Coochie Over Tseng.

I'm not gonna get shit done until I unharden my coochie over Tseng.

SKSKKSSKKS IS IT?!?!?!

UM HELLO????!!!!!!! IS IT HAPPENING??!!!!

Hear me out. I was like what could possibly be my favorite duo to fuck. And like

Angeal + Sephiroth

Genesis + Angeal

Sephiroth + Hojo

Genesis + Tseng

But really, I've found the secret fuckin sauce

Hojo + Tseng

Stuff me

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The man in red himself

who told genesis he was allowed to be a little shit

🫠🫠I'll never recover from this, I'm too happy here

The Offer 2

continuation of this

A week and a half goes by before you receive another photo. Being alone with Tseng is awkward in the meantime. But he refuses to acknowledge your secret agreement in person so you start to relax. Then Rufus sends you another photo. You’re equal parts excited and anxious as you open it.

This picture wasn't raunchy in the least but it was still revealing and intimate. Rufus held the camera up to the bathroom mirror, grinning knowingly into the lens. That wasn't the part that drew a gasp, however.

Tseng stood just in front of Rufus, with his back to the mirror. Rufus’s free hand rests on the back of his subordinate’s neck, his fingers drawing aside black hair. Drawing it back like a curtain on a window into their relationship. You realize you've never seen the back of the chief's neck. You would have never in a million years suspected he was hiding a Shinra logo tattoo underneath. Yet, there it is, crisp edges and beautifully dark–probably because it never sees the Sun.

“Shit.”

It represented power he shouldn't have given President Rufus. Or any other person, for that matter. Tseng must not agree or he wouldn't have gotten inked. You wondered, just what must have transpired between these two for this to be the result. Rufus must have given Tseng something of value in return, assuming this wasn't an uncharacteristic mistake on your boss’s part. The tattoo was an excessive show of loyalty, making an exclamation mark out of a period at the end of a perfectly satisfactory statement.

You rolled over, pulling the blankets up to your neck. You had best be careful, lest you end up branded yourself. Loyalty was one thing, this was another.

You chuckled to yourself. Too bad you can't get yourself demoted.

You think, that settles that. But your phone beeps, mocking you.

It's another photo. It seems to be chronologically after the first as it's taken in the same bathroom in the same mirror. Rufus is holding the phone again.

The frame is askew like he couldn't hold it straight. Tseng's gloves are actually off; the surprises keep piling up. His hand is gripping the top of Rufus's hair. Not only are his gloves off but the rest of his clothing. What seemed like a part of their very bodies was probably discarded somewhere on the floor in the next room. The president looked vulnerable without his double layer of custom-tailored white fabric.

It's a shame you can't see Tseng’s pretty cock this time because he's buried in the back of Rufus. The latter grips his own as it juts out over the sink counter. His jaw is slack, implying a moan.

You feel like you're witnessing a private moment. But you suppose that's the point. It probably enhanced the experience knowing they sent you this.