Those words feel amazing. And to think, he'd been apprehensive before. Rufus is smarter than that. Tseng has taken great pains to raise him under their code. And now, finally, they have a president who understands.

It compels him to reach out, grasping Rufus by the shoulder, one hand fisting in his hair. He opens his mouth wide to consume him, to take him into a hard and demanding kiss. He kisses him until he sees lights like a constellation of blinking stars, and only then does he pull away, rubbing his wet mouth across Rufus's jaw, smirking.

"Yes, Mr. President." He rolls his shoulders, lets his undone shirt slide down them. He pours his hot breath across Rufus's throat with each of his slow pants. "Whatever you like."