"And one more thing." Tseng is lightning quick, catching Rufus's wrist, twisting it behind his back as deftly and smoothly as he handles the rest of his body. It forces Rufus to thrust his shoulders back, to better exhibit the swollen, straining jut of his cock.

He guides Rufus down, until his legs are splayed, until his own cock is brushing between Rufus's legs. It is a sordid hell to keep him here when Tseng can feel the fever of him bathing that twisted ache in his radiating heat.

"I want the displaced scientists from R&D for the Turks," he says, his eyes narrowed. "Only three. I'll send you their files. That is..." His whispers steam over Rufus's skin, pause while his tongue unrolls to crowd one of Rufus's nipples into the sharp points of his teeth. He sucks hard, lets Rufus go nowhere that he is not holding him. His hips lift all the while, his cock so close to piercing through. "... if we have a deal. Say the word, Mr. President, and I will fuck you until you are broken."