"I taught you better than that," Tseng replies, but he knows that it is true. He has spent more years than he can remember forging this trust between them. The motive for it has shifted over the years, but it remains his life's work. And the rewards are plentiful, pleasing.

There are bruises on Rufus's skin, some of them fainter than others. None of them were left by him. He is almost certain that he knows their source, that he is wearing the same fingerprints beneath his suit. It only compounds his decision to give Rufus what he wants, no matter Tseng's misgivings. Maybe if he does, Rufus will order his other lovers to exercise more caution. He can only hope.

Finally, his lips slide over Rufus's belly and he can feel the stirring of his lover's cock. That small smile returns to him.

"Do you want me so badly, sir?" he asks, stroking the back of his knuckles up and down the inner muscle of Rufus's thigh.