There wasn't really any angle of Rufus' face that wasn't pleasing to look at, and the rest of his body seemed to follow that same pattern. Rude soaks up the side of him spread wide on his back as he moans. Then their gazes meet again and Rude's movements go from tender and careful to more desperate.

One of Rude's hands grips at the back of Rufus' thigh while the other reaches down to take his cock in hand, jerking him off at about the same pace he's fucking him. There is no reality in which he lasts much longer than this.

"Sir..I.."