"Hands and knees." Rude responds a bit later because he's still not sure he's done using his mouth to make Rufus make filthy sounds. He leaves him with a kiss to the skin of his thigh as he gets up onto his knees, gesturing for Rufus to turn over.

"I'm sure a few hours will be enough time." While Rufus repositions, Rude goes ahead and grabs lube. There was more than a few hours worth, so they would be fine. It would go more smoothly than it had that first time in the abandoned bar. If he's honest with himself, he just wants to see what Rufus would look like assuming such an unbecoming position. Someone in a position like his may have never had to take orders like that in any capacity, but Rude was giving Rufus something to focus on that wasn't death or violence.