"And what would those be?" Rufus's voice is breathless and strained as Tseng grabs his hair and draws his head back. It takes all his willpower not to reach down to touch himself but instead clutches Tseng's shoulders hard to keep them in place.

He's very nearly there but he's determined to hear Tseng out before letting himself go. He shifts his hips down against Tseng's fingers, trying to fuck himself on them the best he was able to. "I'm sure we can reach an agreement."