Rude's eyes linger for a moment to take in the sight of his President spread open in front of him. More blood rushes down to fill out his cock, and he's almost painfully hard just from knowing he'd had his tongue in him and would get to be inside him again shortly.

"I don't imagine many get to see you like this. How did I get so lucky?" he jokes, spreading lube over his cock to add more slip to the bit of precum already starting to leak out.

Rufus' words gain an automatic nod from Rude. He loves that there's never any hesitation from his boss in telling him what he wanted. It would be an oversimplification of things to say that this interaction was transactional. Fucking his boss for something in return, but there was more to it than that. He wants to make Rufus feel good, and he doesn't want anything in return for it.

Rude makes sure not to keep him waiting too long, his hole is still wet from his tongue so he lines up, and guides himself in. The groan that leaves him should be sign enough that he's still not used to how tight he is.