Tseng's fingers are already picking him apart and dismantling him. He doesn't bother with the jacket or the shirt; there isn't time. He has to work quickly before this strange mood he's in disappears. It isn't often that anyone has him on the floor of his own office, panting and wanting. Rude's belt gets the brunt of his attack, left jangling and undone in an instant, and then Tseng is ripping open his trousers wide, his brow arching at what he finds waiting.

Immediately, he clicks his tongue, hums low like anyone else would before proclaiming, "Poor baby." But Tseng doesn't say anything of the sort. Instead, his gaze just goes a little darker as his fingers climb the solid, flushed length of Rude's cock. His nails catch in the ball of the piercing shot through it and pull, quick and hard and just enough to make him feel it without doing any damage. Wouldn't want that now.

"Take your pants off," he commands, slowly rising from his seat atop Rude's thighs. The toe of his boot slips forward, pressing into Rude's balls with just enough force to make those pretty nerves spark. "And wait here for me. Do not move."