Date: 2020-09-20 12:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] goons
[Rude doesn't think this is going to end well. One day Tseng is going to find out, and whether or not he still has a job at that point will be interesting to see.

But, he's not good at refusing orders from the top. That's how he considers these things to rationalize how willing he is to go along with it. He lets himself inside, dismissing the other Turk and the guard accompanying him because he has seniority here. The same thing he does every other time they meet like this.]


Sir?

[Rude shrugs off his jacket as he locks up behind him, pulling off his gloves, and removing his firearm, tie, and glasses. He makes his way into the bathroom in case Rufus hadn't heard him come inside.]

Enjoying yourself?

Date: 2020-09-20 12:20 am (UTC)
goons: (ii)
From: [personal profile] goons
[When Rufus says join me, Rude isn't sure he means get into this bathtub right now, or come closer. So he just settles with the latter, arms folded over his chest as he approaches.

His night is long, but he's not sure how Rufus could tell. Lucky guess or he has access to their schedules. Rude starts to think about the unnecessary details when he sees that the blond is making space for him in the tub. That answers that question. He steps out of his shoes, pulls off his socks, and takes the rest of his clothes off article by article until he's fully undressed so he can get into the tub.

The scent isn't too strong, but it's noticeable, and more fancy than the simple showers he's used to. Even hot tubs were a rare treat for him. This seemed big enough to be one. There's even space for him to stretch his legs out across the length of it--but he doesn't. He'd rather not invade too much of Rufus' space.]


Did you ask me here to talk about how long of a night I've had, or something else?

Date: 2020-09-24 07:33 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] goons
[Rude doesn't know why he thought that Rufus might take his time and ease himself closer into a more intimate position. The blond is on him faster than he can take his second breath, and he doesn't have the strength in him to resist--nor does he really want to resist, truthfully.]

Was the massive tub not your idea, then?

[He's teasing, but doesn't let himself smile until Rufus has his arms snaking around him like he's drawing him in and getting ready for the kill strike.] This is better than paperwork, you're right. [His hands move up Rufus' thighs to his hips where they stay respectfully for barely a minute before he's feeling the man up under the water.]

I don't mind filling you out instead.

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