Rude is sure it's the sound of Rufus calling out his name that does it for him. He groans as he comes, a little startled by it despite having started to warn Rufus just moments before.

His movements slow, but don't stop, grinding almost. Like he's trying to make sure to empty himself as deep inside the blond as he can manage. Rude lowers himself on top of Rufus after getting that wonderful eyeful of spread thighs and spent cock.

Without warning he presses kisses against Rufus' neck and jaw, making his way to those lips. As if right on cue, a phone rings. It's not his own, so that only leaves one possibility. "Tell them I took you for lunch and we got stuck in traffic." As long as Rufus wasn't on his own, no one should worry too much--he hopes.