Intrusive fingers aren't enough to give him what he needs, no, but they burn all the same, resisting Tseng in the same way he eyes are behind his shades. He knows that's just the beginning, so fighting now would be a wasted effort. Rude lets that tension go so the next time Tseng's fingers are knuckle deep inside him it's not as uncomfortable.

His eyes follow smirking lips when they speak, but the comprehension is delayed. Every bone in his body? There were about 200 of them, it would take a remarkable amount of time to get to each one, and technically his cock wasn't a--Oh. He wants a response.

"I will not touch." He knows what it means, knows exactly what the fuck Tseng doesn't want him touching, but doesn't ask for clarification so that if the time comes that he needs to, he can use misunderstanding as an excuse for not following directions. It was low, but he's seen Reno use similar tactics to some success.

As Rude inhales, his muscles seem to shift and move under his skin. The gloved hand seems unbothered and enjoying the movement until sharp nails bite into his skin. His thighs spread further apart in an effort to offer more of himself to Tseng, hopefully pacifying him in the process.