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Rufus seems the faintest bit surprised at the shift of hands, his being grabbed and the fact he's being pulled along towards the room he was just hinting at. Reeve had certainly indicated he was top, and although he had also said they would work the logistics out, it seemed Reeve had already more than decided.

And it seemed he might have predicted the possibility Rufus would say something about it, protest or not, and effectively headed it off. Of course, that meant that as the kiss was initiated, Rufus' mouth was already opening and he couldn't hide a small sound, nor the shiver which moved through his body.

Oh, Reeve will be more than happy to discuss beyond this, but for right now he intends to get Rufus a bit more worked up first. The good news is that the small shiver and sound is only proof at how right this works out for him. Just let him start by getting this man more thoroughly kissed than he's been before. So he kisses Rufus hard, pushing him against the door. Just keep him here, kissing him deeply.

Would be nice to just get that noise, one more time, and not just from shock.

He can admit this is a much different kiss than the ones he's had in the past. Yes, the end result will be him naked and in bed with a man, but there's a certain intensity behind it he enjoys. That feeling that it's being done with an eye on pleasure that plays both ways, rather than the intent only being for one side to enjoy themselves.

But he's not ready to give in completely, trying to shift and grab to scratch Reeve's back again, pressing his tongue into the man's mouth. And unintentionally giving Reeve what he wants, a small, pleased, moaning sound.

The fingers scratching at his back through his shirt definitely earns a light moan into the kiss. Not something he'd admit to most people, but Reeve appreciates the touch. Almost as much as the kiss, because he is more than happy to allow Rufus access to his mouth. Lovely, and he expects the younger man can be far more aggressive than this. Which they can get to later if Rufus wants.

Unfortunately with them so close, not to mention Rufus pushed up against the door, it's not like he can't get Rufus's coat off.

He keeps his nails scratching, drawing them around slowly over Reeve's side as he enjoys playing with the tongue he's presented. Trying hard to get him to play back, and body rising slowly to rub against Reeve, showing clearly that he is aroused by this.

Once he hands are far enough around, he tries to press them between his chest and Reeve's, pushing him back enough that he can work a button or two lose and get his nails on actual, warm skin, rather than cool, thin cloth.

Tongue play is definitely something Reeve can live with. The issue with partners you've never made out with before is that you don't know their preferences. He was with one man that didn't want tongue involved ever. But with Rufus clearly giving his preference without words, Reeve's own tongue starts moving again, alternating between stroking against Rufus's.

In a way, this is a strange turn of events, and the most welcome one he could imagine at that. Clearly Rufus has experience with being kissed. If so Reeve is more than happy to not be the best experience he's had, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to try.

When Rufus pushes him back a space he almost loses the flow of the kiss, half concerned the man is pushing him away. But no, there are those hands, working at his shirt. Very smart young man. Reeve lets him work, getting the first few done and enjoying the immediate results of Rufus clawing a bit at his skin. This time it's his turn to shiver and groan. Still too much clothing between them, though. With the blonde's hands occupied Reeve takes it on himself to get his shirt untucked and the last buttons off so it's nice and open for Rufus to have plenty of skin to work with, including his back. That done he's pleased to find he's got space for returning the favor. Not much he can do about the coat with Rufus pinned to the door and his hands so pleasantly involved, but Reeve is more than happy to fumble with the buckles on Rufus's vest.

If he could get a word in edgewise, though he would not dare break the pleasure of the kiss, he would complain that this sort of action meant that four layers was just a bit frustrating. At the same time, the challenge of it, mixed with the clear indications of Rufus's arousal, is only getting to him. Did he not need his hands so much to try and get them undressed, he would happily be getting a leg between Rufus's to let the young man rub right against him.

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If asked after the fact, he would probably be happy to give Reeve more than a passing grade on the kiss. It isn't every day he doesn't want to slide out of it, after all, even if it's been a very long time since he's had one.

No, he's content for the moment. Even more so when that shirt is opened, and he can feel his way along Reeve's chest and abdomen with his fingers, the nails now put away as he traces the lines. Perhaps the architect isn't as firm and solid as some men he imagines or has been with, but he's certainly not out of shape, either, and he can appreciate that very well.

Yet he's running a little short of breath, or maybe control, and those hands working his vest seem to encourage him to break the kiss, placing both hands flat against Reeve's chest and pushing him back towards the bed, a smirk on his lips.

"Sit... I'll show you the fastest way to remove all this."

Fastest way to remove all of that? Not like Reeve is going to complain. As he backs toward the bed, unwilling to remove his eyes from Rufus long, he rolls down his sleeves and pulls his own shirt off, tossing it carelessly aside before lowering himself to sit lightly on the edge of the bed.

"Don't tell me you have the tear away clothes of a stripper. Because the laughter might kill me," Reeve admits as he watches the younger man attentively.

There's a smirk and shake of the head at the remark, his hands finishing removing the vest Reeve had started. "I believe you're thinking of Reno. Yet there is some of what works for him working for me."

The vest Reeve had been working on removed and tossed aside, Rufus unbuttons the cuffs on both the shirts he wears, before moving to release the top three buttons of each. Still a long process, perhaps, but as soon as untucks them from his slacks and begins to draw them over his head, Reeve will realize this is still much faster than taking each button at a time.

He will also find that the many layers Rufus wears hide a thin form. Hardly sickly, of course, but definitely in no way as broad a build as his father; perhaps lithe would be a fitting term. It's also obvious that even though Rufus wields a gun, it is simply his preferred weapon, as the contour of his muscle indicates he's got some martial training.

"So much simpler, yes?"

“Quite,” Reeve agrees. Not something he can manage himself given his shoulders are broader than a partially buttoned shirt will allow for. “Thought I’ll I have always been one to argue for the pleasure of unwrapping a gift oneself.”

Smaller than he imagined, Reeve muses to himself as he looks the man over. Yet not as small as an illness could cause. All the layers over the years went a way toward hiding how slight the other man was. At the same time that ‘sickly’ man is clearly in better shape that Reeve is. He barely has a defined muscle to call his own whereas Rufus clearly works with his Turks to keep fit. There is something respectable in that. Goes with that positive outlook he seems to want to live with.

“You look good,” Reeve finally says. It’s said because he feels he needs to say something. Most of the communication, though, comes from how his eyes rove over Rufus’s body, and his fingers curl into the blanket on the bed. Clearly his hands want to be roving over that skin.

“Come here,” Reeve beckons, holding a hand out toward Rufus. “Unless you plan on unwrapping yourself further.”

Rufus is in no way shy, and he allows Reeve to look all he wants. Maybe even gives him an extra moment, not moving at the initial gesture to do so for a moment; perhaps thrilling lightly in the fact he doesn't have to, could stand here and challenge the man to come to him if he wished.

But it isn't what he wants right now, and he moves towards Reeve, ignoring the outstretched hand so that he can instead brace himself using Reeve's legs and lean forward to start that kiss once again. Yet not without a small challenge. "I won't deprive you of all your fun. Besides, I seem to recall a threat when this game started... Something about what you'd like to use my mouth for? Thatdoesn't require any further unwrapping on my part."

Preventing him from responding to such a delightful challenge with an equally delightful kiss? Hardly seems fair to him, but Reeve is happy to allow for the suggestion. No, more than that. He's happy to welcome Rufus's lips and tongue again because frankly there's something about the intimacy of a kiss that really gets to him. Not that he isn't considering the suggestion Rufus has put in his mind, he's definitely interested there. The very thought of Rufus slipping to the floor, kneeling between his spread legs? Amazing. Perhaps it helps that Reeve has a rather overactive imagination, helps when you're in the lines of work that he is. He can see in his mind's eye how nice it would look to have the proud man kneeling there, pale lips wrapped around him, those blue eyes gazing up at him, daring Reeve to find every dirty thing he's doing pleasurable.

Nope, the kiss is not enough when you're cursed with an overactive imagination. Reeve breaks away from the kiss and looks at Rufus for a moment, as if checking to make sure Rufus is sure.

"I'd like to use your mouth for a lot of things, Rufus," Reeve agrees, a hand coming up to rest on Rufus's shoulder. A bit of light pressure on it should more than communicate that he wants Rufus on his knees. "But you're absolutely right. I still think you'd look amazing on your knees."

It's a little disappointing to break the kiss, Rufus enjoying it as much as Reeve, but this is his suggestion, thus his fault, so he won't complain. Only returns that look, eyes showing he knows that whatever choices he makes, what he will or won't do, will be respected.

And although he will go to his knees, Rufus intends to take the long way.

Hands remove themselves from Reeve's thighs, pressing the broader shoulders to show he wants Reeve to scoot back; no good him sliding off the bed and destroying the mood. Once he's assured of this though, Rufus draws his hands slowly down the bare chest he was scratching and memorizing before, to his sides and then slowly back to his upper thighs.

Pausing there, Rufus gives Reeve a devilish grin, before starting to kneel; his hands following to pet inner thighs, before finally leaving to reach up and begin working the older man's belt loose.

And the mouth they keep discussing? It seems busy enough, the blond shifting to start working the zipper of the jeans down with his teeth.

Really? This is what he's doing? Reeve smirks in amusement as he watches Rufus put on the little show he clearly intends to give. It's lovely, and he won't argue against the direction his partner gives. He shuffles back on the bed and leans back, letting his arms support more of his weight. What really gets him, more than the scratches down his chest, the hands on his thighs, that devilish grin, is the teeth pulling at the zipper. This is a thing.

"Fuck," he whispers softly, because the sight is amazing and he can't deny it goes straight to his cock. Granted, having Rufus so close to said piece of anatomy helps. He can't quite help the way his cock twitches over Rufus there, the look still in his eyes. Does the man know how good he looks like this?

"Just keep the teeth to yourself once your mouth is busy," Reeve reminds the man, knowing it's needless. But he has to say something better than cursing.

The warning earns only a chuckle. He'd heard the curse already, was intending to try to get a few more before this was over.

Belt unfastened, he works the button of the jeans undone and parts the cloth enough to draw his tongue up the length of Reeve's still-covered member. The hand that's free of keeping fabric open moves between them so Rufus can gently begin massaging whatever his tongue isn't reaching.

Reeve can't help the sharp inhalation when Rufus licks, it's friction and it's wet and it's nowhere near enough to be counted as something serious. What it is, really, is teasing. Under many circumstances he can allow for that, revels in it. Right now what it's doing is denying him far more satisfying touches. But then there's a hand sliding against him too and his eyes slide closed for a moment to just savor that. No moaning, not yet. Reeve isn't that easy to draw noises from very often.

"Well?" Reeve just about growls, "is that all? You don't look as pretty against blue as you might think."

"Mmmm?" He makes sure to him this while he's still where he is, maybe dipping a little so that Reeve can feel it, before drawing back. "So we should get rid of the blue, then?"

Thankfully for Reeve, the suggestion is just more teasing, Rufus' hands already moving to draw down Reeve's underwear, draw out what's hiding beneath, and, perhaps recalling what Reeve had said about eyes, blue ones shift to look at the man as Rufus licks slowly upward.

And those eyes, as well as the fact Rufus only continues to lick slowly along Reeve's shaft, seem to dare him to try and take control of the situation.

Slowly? Slowly? Oh the audacity of the man. How in the world can he think this is satisfying? Except, he knows it is. Chances are someone has done something like this to Rufus before, and he knows how wonderful it can be to have it drawn out, a slow tease that drives you up the wall. His hands are currently busy clawing a bit at the bed from even this much attention. It's been far too long. Years, actually. Which makes this a bit more of a balancing act, now doesn't it? Too much too soon, and he won't be there to enjoy the main course. Appetizers are good, but you shouldn't fill up on them.

But a challenge? A dare? They are here because of a dare. They are here for the challenge.

There is a brief flash of not wanting to be like those who had used him in the past, but really? Rufus wants him. Rufus suggested it more than once. Rufus is agreeing of his own free will. And for that...?

A hand comes up from the bed and reaches out to grip Rufus's hair tightly.

"Did we come here to tease, Rufus? If you want to drive me crazy, teasing me for hours, there's next time."

Where has the implication of next time come from? Reeve doesn't know. Doesn't care.

"I want your mouth being used. That means lips and that hot, wet mouth of yours."

There's still no worry about Reeve being anything like those men. Rufus has too much control of the situation for that, and any control Reeve has is being given to him. Rufus is even content to ignore 'next time,' though it may be brought up later.

He shifts for a better angle, fully on his knees now, where he had been sitting more on his legs before. He gives another little lick, this time right over the head, before beginning to bring Reeve into his mouth.

Rufus here pauses, perhaps getting used to whatever length and girth the other man might have, before beginning an altering rhythm of simply bobbing his head and making sure his tongue is wrapping warm skin as he bobs; he will make sure Reeve can't say he has no skill.

Oh, there is definitely skill there, and Reeve welcomes it, with hardly a sound beyond heavy breathing. There is a lot more happening, though, his fingers clenching and unclenching in Rufus's hair. For right now he's not ready to exert much control. Better to start by enjoying the shiver in his body, the heat in his legs, the rolls of pleasure through his body. Give him a few moments to just revel in sensation for sensation's sake.

Of course that can't hold for long. Too much to enjoy here, and there is something wonderful in watching this. But as he said, he had a vision before of how he'd use that mouth, and it's probably time to get to that. Which means his fingers gripping tighter to still Rufus's bobbing. Holds him there and smirks at the beauty of the moment and then shifts his legs enough to get better leverage to start rocking into Rufus's mouth himself. Tries not to go much deeper than Rufus had, not yet. Get built up to that to make sure he doesn't ruin hearing that voice moaning later.

"Use your tongue," he growls as he thrusts. "I know you can."

He stops when he's prompted to, looking up to Reeve to judge what the man may be up to. Not that he has a great deal of time to wonder, as the man makes it very clear just moments later. Yet there's a small moment of uncertainty at the growl and the words, which seemingly disappears as Rufus raises a hand to brush it across the hand Reeve isn't using.

The look gone, Rufus works to match his tongue to those thrusts, making sure that each time Reeve is thrusting in, his tongue is wrapping; and as Reeve draws out, he's making sure it's drawing along flatly, curling to give the head some attention.

It doesn't take long before Reeve pulls Rufus off of him. Instead of gripping the man's hair he instead lets his hand slide down to curl around Rufus's chin. For a moment he just looks, appreciating the redness of his lips, and then he pulls Rufus back up to kiss him. Lighter, gentler than before, but brief as well. Somehow that particular form of roughness that he enjoys normally isn't doing it for him. No, there's something else he wants, and he knows he shouldn't, but he wants it anyway.

"Is it wrong that I'd rather see you on your back, writhing as I go down on you until you're spent? To have one of your legs over my shoulder, to feel it shaking against my skin? Because frankly, Rufus, I want to see your beauty utterly unraveled, rather than dominated. I want to watch your hands clawing at the sheets, or feel them in my hair to anchor you in the act."

Rufus isn't his usual, and maybe he doesn't want Rufus in his usual way.

"Maybe I want to be kneeling as you stand over me, enjoying the one way you'll ever have power over me."

Rufus stands with Reeve's suggestion, preparing for a longer kiss than he receives, a deeper one, and something far different than the words he receives. Words that actually cause him to pull back from Reeve, his head ducking quickly; hoping like hell the other man didn't see the flush on his face.

Truly, he's trying to deny Reeve the glory of having made his face that red?

"Let me," Reeve asks, his voice soft and intense. He means this, every word. Every last word. "Surely you'd like for a man to worship you? I imagine it would be wonderfully dressing onto your ego. Rufus, you've got an older man here, begging to worship your body. Do you want that?"

Then his smile widens, challenging and clearly trying to be a bit provocative. "Or would you prefer for me to leave you there, on your knees, while I tell you exactly how I'd do it. Step. By. Detailed. Step."

The end just has him taking a long pause with each word, letting it hang heavy in the air.

"I've already had men worship it!" He doesn't intend to use so much force with his words, but it's there, almost trying to balance out the blush and his next words with it. "But most people aren't serious about it like that."

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Amusing to look at, he goes from VERY broad-shouldered in original art to less so by AC..

Re: Amusing to look at, he goes from VERY broad-shouldered in original art to less so by AC..

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This is all I have... no blush uploaded

I know what you mean. only have game icons of Reeve. I should check my old folders

I'll look in my stuff too