Rude encourages Rufus to continue riding his tongue while his hand strokes over Rufus' cock, getting him hard all over again. He takes his time with it, knowing that he must be more sensitive now than the fist time, but he's so fond of the sounds Rufus makes and the way he tightens around his tongue for just seconds at a time until he remembers Rude can't get as deep when he's closed off.

Once it feels like Rufus is more receptive, he shifts from under him, leaving his hole wet and willing so he can position the blond on his back, pushing one of his thighs out of the way so he can slide his cock back inside him in a much smoother motion than any time before. It felt perfect. Not just because of Rufus' grip on him being less impossibly tight, but also because he's able to look down and see his face. Maybe he's getting soft, but it feels better for him when there's meaningful eye contact.