He has known his friend since he started attending Godolkin University. They met at orientation and ended up hitting it off and developing their friendship. His friend told him fairly early into their relationship about being trans, and despite his initial reservations about it, he warmed up to it. Unlike most people, his friend never shoved it down Rufus' throat and even allowed him some time to consider everything without any sort of expectations aside from maintaining civility. Whether he lost him or not, his friend wanted to be honest with him, and that was enough to gain his respect as an individual.

Rufus' attraction for his friend was immediate, though he didn't exactly understand why he felt that way at first. Why would a man like him get giddy to see his friend? Why did his friend consume his every waking thought? Why did the mere idea of anyone else making his friend laugh piss him off? It wasn't until the fall gala the school held the realization hit him like a truck. It's never been difficult to make him hard, but seeing his friend in a tailored suit that perfectly accentuated every dip and curve of his body? He had to duck into the bathroom to get his body to cooperate with him.

The prospect of being in love with a trans person was never one he considered before, but now that he's living it... his head is still spinning. His friend has feminine anatomy, but identifies as a man... putting his reservations about that aside - would he be straight or gay if he pursued something with him? What would his parents think if they found out?

His spinning thoughts just make him nauseous, so he tries to push them aside and focus on the moment. Maintaining his moral integrity can wait, especially when he has such a handsome man beneath him who genuinely wants him, no gimmicks, he couldn't help himself from reading his friend's mind just to verify he didn't have some sort of agenda. Their clothes are already shed, chests heaving after their makeout session.

"God, you look really good like this," Rufus says breathlessly, that stupid half smile of his on his face as his eyes explore his friend's body. His breathing hitches slightly as his eyes land on his friend's soaking cunt, fingers moving down to gently caress his folds. "Looks like I'm not the only one who wanted this," he muses, more to himself than to him. His cock is pressed against his friend's thigh, smearing precum on it, but he isn't going to break down and give into his desires just yet. He wants to savor the feeling of being genuinely desired.