"Hm." Tseng is in no great rush to wrap this up. These dalliances with Rufus often take awhile; the time has been budgeted for. Nothing is holding him back from driving Rufus crazy for it.

And if anything, this is the best part. Watching the most powerful man in the world twist and writhe beneath him, pleading with him despite how deaf he knows that Tseng can be to such things. He will do what he likes, on his own time, and that has ever been a constant.

He drags the back of his nails up and down Rufus's cock while he pretends at considering his requests. It's tempting to keep this up, to bring him right to the brink and ruin the release for him. He thinks that's precisely what he wants to do.

"You beg so prettily, Mr. President," he says, twisting his fingers, darting them away. He's decided that Rufus will not get much touch in succession anymore; let him strain and twitch in the air while Tseng watches, suckling on his lower lip. "But I think you can do better."