He's like a cat in that way. When he's pleased he kneads, and Reeve has enjoyed his cats for a long time. And the scratching gets Reeve a bit of pleasure too, the way he practically purrs with the pleasure of it. Wonderful. His hand sets a steady pace, just enough to stimulate and distract, not enough to put him too close too soon. Meanwhile a finger finally presses in and that definitely gets a pleased smile in Reeve's eyes.

"Lovely neck," he muses aloud, still peppering kisses over Rufus's neck. He hates that he can't suck marks there.