The corners of Tseng's lips twitch. He would never gloat, not at a time like this, but it is difficult not to feel a swell of pride seeing Rufus in this state.

His Rufus. His president. Tseng's hands still cannot stop smoothing over his skin.

"You came hard." Tseng is not sure that he's ever seen Rufus need it so badly before. He rubs his fingers up Rufus's sides. "Next time..."

His head dips. He takes a mouthful of Rufus's skin from just below his collarbone, grinning around it. His eyes glimmer with something mischievous.