Rufus spreads his legs so Tseng can settle there, shifting against him with a soft moan as he felt Tseng's cock pressing against his thigh. He reaches down to pull Tseng's cock out, wrapping bloody fingers around it before stroking him firmly.

"I want to feel more, Tseng." The pain does nothing to dull his own arousal but he refuses to indulge himself just yet by giving his cock much wanted contact. Instead, he rubs his thumb against the head of Tseng's cock, watching his reaction intently as he licks his own blood from the corner of his lips. "My Tseng."

He had never doubted that since the first moment he had laid eyes on Tseng. They were meant to share this. "I want to feel everything."