Just because he was allowing Tseng to take what he wanted didn't mean he was obligated to give him the satisfaction of hearing him his and moan about every little thing. Rude reacts in a series of grunts and swallowed sighs only occasionally escaping through gritted teeth.

Rude knows what's coming and still isn't ready for the pain that comes almost immediately as he feels Tseng's cock against his ass like there was no amount of contemplation or hesitation. The muscles of his neck and core tense in respond to the forceful intrusion, and automatically reaches an hand out to touch Tseng's hip to push him back and force him to take his time, but no touching echoes in his mind and he balls up a fist with that hand, slamming it into the floor beside him instead.

He doesn't have to say how infrequently anyone fucks him, he's sure Tseng can feel it gripping around his cock. Rude hates having someone inside him, he hates giving up control, and he hates how much he likes when its taken from him (and that it hurts). His cock might be wet and heavy against his stomach, largely ignored, but it doesn't show any signs of wavering.

"I kissed your dead body," he manages to spit the words out without too much emotion in his voice. Rude is tempted to fit his fingers against the bruises forming on Tseng's throat just to pull him down for kiss, but he'd be too tempted to choke him out again.