[It isn't like he's unaware of how much of a bad idea this way. He's fully aware of it even before the weight of another person on his lap reminded him of who that someone was. If it were anyone else he would still be having second thoughts, but it was Rufus and he was the thing behind the glass case covered in signs that read "Do Not Touch." Tseng would have him skinned alive if he found out. He should stop this.
Rude is ready to make an effort to stop things where they were, but hips nudge deliberately against his own and his breath catches in his lungs, procrastinating on letting out that groan. Rufus' hands get to the buckle of his pants at which point Rude finally grabs his wrists, but doesn't bring himself to pull them away. Instead he relents, letting his hands fall to the sides so Rufus can undo the fastenings of his pants.]
Tseng would kill me. Literally.
[Just because he doesn't have the physical strength to stop him doesn't mean he won't talk logic. Their lips meet again and already Rude's lost his resolve. His hands fly though each of the buttons on Rufus' shirt, pushing both sides of the fabric apart so he can appraise his body properly. He only pulls away from the kiss to plant his lips on his neck and chest instead, one hand gripping Rufus' hip as he rocks his hips up to meet his movements.
Rude wants to ask if he's done anything like this before, and with who (not to be nosy, just because his options were severely limited with how closely they all watched him). In the end he doesn't ask the question. The answer might be even more incriminating. Rude grazes a pink nipple with his teeth while a few of his fingers slide into the front of Rufus' open pants, palming him slowly. There was time for Rufus to change his mind, but Rude was done trying to pretend he didn't want this.]
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Rude is ready to make an effort to stop things where they were, but hips nudge deliberately against his own and his breath catches in his lungs, procrastinating on letting out that groan. Rufus' hands get to the buckle of his pants at which point Rude finally grabs his wrists, but doesn't bring himself to pull them away. Instead he relents, letting his hands fall to the sides so Rufus can undo the fastenings of his pants.]
Tseng would kill me. Literally.
[Just because he doesn't have the physical strength to stop him doesn't mean he won't talk logic. Their lips meet again and already Rude's lost his resolve. His hands fly though each of the buttons on Rufus' shirt, pushing both sides of the fabric apart so he can appraise his body properly. He only pulls away from the kiss to plant his lips on his neck and chest instead, one hand gripping Rufus' hip as he rocks his hips up to meet his movements.
Rude wants to ask if he's done anything like this before, and with who (not to be nosy, just because his options were severely limited with how closely they all watched him). In the end he doesn't ask the question. The answer might be even more incriminating. Rude grazes a pink nipple with his teeth while a few of his fingers slide into the front of Rufus' open pants, palming him slowly. There was time for Rufus to change his mind, but Rude was done trying to pretend he didn't want this.]