Tseng locks eyes with Rude, lets him speak his little piece, and then pushes his fingers in. A burn will not be enough for his subordinate, he knows, it will take a great shock, his body open wide and impaled all at once, for Rude to feel much of anything. And anyway, Tseng's fingers are slick enough to melt through the clench of his muscles without any damage done; much as he'd like to split Rude open and watch him spill out all over the floor, they don't exactly have time to waste on R&R. Everything is already so infuriatingly behind schedule.

And now, this perfectly solid vessel has appeared before him to take all of those frustrations out. There is so much muscle laid out before him, just waiting to be torn at and bruised and hyperextended. It is a paradise of potential pain. Tseng could not look hungrier for it.

"If you touch..." he says, low and lethal, twisting his fingers as he fucks Rude up to his gloved knuckles, "I will break every bone in your body until this is the only one left."

His breath falls hot on the head of Rude's cock. His smile could not be more twisted.

"And I will take my time mangling this one. You know that." His fingers surge, drinking in the pleasing topography of Rude's chest, skittering into the dips between his muscles, nails bearing down into the solid swell of them. "Say it. I will not..."