Rufus moans softly as Rude strokes him through his climax. The kisses to his shoulder and neck make him smile, it's such a small, intimate, affectionate gesture that he enjoys more he expects. But with Rude it feels natural and that he can accept it. His body feels pliant, every bit of him sensitive.

He nods propping himself on his elbows when his hands are released. "I do. And you know you can always finish in me, Rude." His voice is still breathless but he doesn't want to stop yet. "I'm not ready to go back yet."