At least this is one request that Tseng is willing to oblige. There's no other way for him to do this but hard and quick and dirty. Neither of them want a sweet coupling, just the punishing slap of skin on skin, the heady rush of fever that darkens their flesh in synchronicity, the harsh breaths Tseng draws out of them when he hits it hard enough to knock them breathless. And poor Rude, with his cock so hard between them, helpless but to twitch and sob those little strands of precum that Tseng is fucking out of him. He almost wants to wrap his hand around it, make Rude come harder than he ever has, but that's not the point.

The faint pinpricks of pain from Rude's teeth are good, so fucking good. Rude deserves something in kind, so he drags his fingers loose, jerking them quick enough to unglove them. His hand raises in the air, just high enough to make it sting badly when he brings it back down against Rude's cheek with a resounding slap. Just that, and then they're surging back through his lips again, like he means to choke Rude on his fingers, and maybe he should, maybe he should just fucking hammer Rude into the ground while he thrashes around Tseng's hands and chews them bloody. That would be a real fucking thrill.