Rufus wraps an arm around his waist, hand spayed across Tseng's back once his shirt is off. He lets himself go the minute Tseng's lips capture his. Everything else outside seems to fade away, he shuts it out for now.

The world can wait. Even Sephiroth could wait, for all he cared.

His breath catches as Tseng's lips move down his throat, shivering at that tickle of pleasure. Tseng's words make his cock twitch with anticipation, every time Tseng said those two magic words never failed to send shivers down his spine and cause heat to pool at the bottom of his stomach. Even after the last two years, those words remained just as powerful.