If that's what you thought, you wouldn't have told me to make you.

[It's not a particularly subtle position, the one they find themselves in. Sylvain on his knees, Rufus with his legs spread to accommodate him, one hand still twined through his hair. He's one sharp tug and a little rearranged fabric away from having a cock in his mouth, however unceremoniously.]

Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. Maybe you'll get a treat.