Satisfaction is practically radiating from Rufus as he feels more than hears the reactions he's getting from Tseng. He doesn't flinch as Tseng's fingers press against his face, looking up at him to meet his gaze once more. His fingers curled against Tseng's hips, a silent order for him to stay where he was even if he did want to thrust into his mouth.

He slowly runs his tongue along the underside of Tseng's cock with a soft moan against skin, determined to enjoy every moment of this, every single stutter of Tseng's breath, the way his fingers were digging into his cheek. Every time he gets Tseng's composure to crack even just a little is a victory for him when it's just these intimate moments that are just for them to share.