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Don't deny him that blush. Reeve's hand comes up to catch Rufus's hand. The grip is light, clearly meant to be easily broken. He won't hold Rufus against his will. But he does smile.

"I want to see your face like that," Reeve smiles up at him. "Because yes, I am enjoying this. Vastly. I have a feeling you're going to have a starring role in my fantasies for a while. Hope that isn't a problem. But too much? No such thing, Rufus. No such thing."

His goal here is an obvious one, to please Rufus. The thing Rufus hasn't learned is that this is an important part of sharing pleasure with another person. More than that, this is a skill. And Reeve has always been the sort of man who put his everything to getting as good at skills as he could manage. Rufus is in for a treat.

As it is, he feels like he owes Rufus something. Which means, much to his amusement, he has to reach down. These damn shoes are going to keep him from getting those pants the rest of the way off. How crazy is Rufus going to go as Reeve runs a cheek up and down one thigh as his fingers blindly tease shoelaces apart? Probably very. Another reward for him. Still, he doesn't draw this out as much, because yes, he has things he wants too, so once those are done he reaches up and tugs Rufus's underwear down to his ankles. This time he doesn't spare much of a glance. He'll have a chance for that in a moment.

"Lie down for me, Mister President. I need a moment to finish disrobing myself."

No such thing as too much? Really? It seemed Reeve had been getting too much earlier, long time or not, else he wouldn't have stopped the younger man with complaints of 'too fast.' He assumes Reeve would disagree though, and he isn't in any mood to bring it up, besides.

Also, the older man seems to be back at it, teasing as he's busy finishing undressing Rufus. Sadly, what's meant to tease actually earns a small laugh from Rufus as he feels a little bit of the man's facial hair tickle his thigh. Not the most sexy thing, maybe, but Rufus seems to laugh at the oddest things; yet it does stop when Reeve stops and finishes drawing his under things away and makes that request.

"I don't think so, yet." Rufus smirks a little at Reeve, freeing anything the man hasn't managed to as he gets himself comfortable on the bed. He's found a small way to tease back, and if he's going to potentially lose his mind in just a few minutes, he's taking it. "I want to see what I'm getting into, without anything in the way."

"That is the intention," Reeve answers with a warm laugh. Does Rufus think that's teasing? Reeve happily finishes getting his pants and boxers off. And since Rufus wants to get a moment to 'see what he's getting into,' Reeve stands there. Gives the man a smile and tilts his head, good enough? He doesn't mind being eyed, not by a man who has agreed to have sex with him, or who would get that a man like him doesn't get too much of a chance to get as toned as Rufus is. After there has been a moment, he gestures toward the bed. Is he welcome there yet?

Rufus gives himself a good moment to examine Reeve, wondering why it is that he feels a little thrill at something he's certainly seen enough of, on a man he hadn't honestly considered until... when? A month ago, a few months? Another thing to consider, he supposes, later.

Sliding back to where he can be comfortable, Rufus pets the sheet of the bed to indicate Reeve is welcome, laying back slowly like he had been asked to, but careful to keep his eyes on the black-haired man as he does.

Reeve would have been amused to know he had been considered in more than remotely passing. That would be a conversation for another time, if ever. As it is with the permission Reeve joins Rufus on the bed, positioning himself far further down. Clearly he isn't done with the teasing given his lips almost immediately find an ankle to start kissing up the leg. However this phase of teasing is far less drawn out than before. Well, his attention to the ankle at least. He kisses his way slowly up Rufus's leg until he's in a position to slowly spread Rufus's legs enough for him to settle between them, kissing the inside of one thigh and slowly stroking up the other.

And still, no fingers on his length, because Reeve enjoys this part. The build up of heat, of desire, of frustration. He's barely gotten any noises from Rufus yet and that seems like a shame.

The angle, Rufus trying to look down while Reeve is at his feet, isn't great for seeing, but he supposes that it doesn't matter. Sight isn't needed much since he can feel everything just fine, and without the beard tickling, Rufus doesn't laugh at the touches to his thighs, instead squirming again.

When the hand is added to kisses, he still doesn't make much noise, but the draw of breath indicates he likes the feeling.

A breath is still something. Some lovers moan. Some beg. Some shout. And some make breathy little sighs that are arousing in their own rights, because just winning those is worth all the work that has gone in up until this point. And all the work that follows. Long minutes spent kissing up and down the sensitive skin of Rufus's thighs, of fingers following the join of the hip and leg without touching the clearly straining member before him. It's either forever or no time at all before Reeve finally lifts his head from skin to look at Rufus, to truly look.

"As pretty here as everywhere else," he says, leaning in close enough that the words are hot breath on Rufus's length, his lips so close that they almost, almost touch skin. Would if it twitched. "Tell me, Rufus, would it please you to know that I want this? That I am looking forward to swallowing you down? To the point where I think I'd be content with my own hand provided I had the chance to swallow all you have to offer?"

Soon his mouth is going to be too occupied for talk, he's got to get some in now. He shifts so he's less crouching and more lying on his stomach, and yes, Reeve allows himself a moan as his own hard length grinds just a bit against the sheet. Been a while since he was this hard, but he's got control over himself, forces the sensation aside to instead settle himself completely and raise Rufus's right leg to drape over his shoulder. Yes, he was serious about what he intended to do. Shifting himself so he's leaning up just enough to get his mouth near the tip, Reeve smiles. And licks his own lips. With his mouth as close as it is the process means the tip of his tongue gliding very briefly against Rufus. A first taste that did nothing to sate the hunger.

Rufus keeps squirming softly, beginning to feel a bit annoyed at the fact Reeve seems to think continuing this teasing is a good thing; at least he actually did something, even if it took Reeve having to effectively order him to do so. Maybe it would work for him?

Not that he has a chance to try with Reeve breathing on him like that and speaking more embarrassing things, bringing another blush and a small growl from Rufus. "Pervert..."

The growl very quickly changes, and anything else Rufus might think to say or do is cut off when the older man lays down with that moan, and then licks. Not him, not really, but close enough it satisfies the same purpose, almost. Leaving him instead shuddering with a small almost moan, cut off as quick as Reeve's tongue touches and is gone.

Really? Pervert? Hardly, even compared to other people Rufus has slept with. He's sure he can change that opinion. That sound, though. That sound Rufus makes is just too good. Well, he's quite eager to hear that more.

"Well, I'm not going to stop until you tell me. Just so you know," Reeve advises the young man before leaning in.

Even now the teasing continues, this time in the form of light kisses delivered down the length of Rufus's shaft before a firm lick right back up to the tip. Perhaps too much teasing won't be the best idea, though, so from there he wraps his mouth around the tip, sucking lightly. Sucks and rolls his tongue right around the crown.

He's tempted once more to grab for Reeve and try to get him to stop teasing, but expects he would be told no, or just ignored. Thankfully, Reeve doesn't seem to want to tease as much this time. Not completely.

Finally receiving some attention where he wants it will give Reeve what he wants, a quiet moan, as well as a small arch to try to get a little bit more attention before the older man decides to play again.

If he does grab Reeve this time, he would definitely get something more. After all, Reeve was trying to see how much he can do before Reeve gets too desperate. He smiles, though, at the noise. Exactly what he wants to hear, and the clear sound of Rufus's pleasure has him grind a bit against the sheets and moan around Rufus as he takes more into his mouth. Meanwhile he takes more of Rufus into his mouth and starts to bob, sucking when he's at his furthest point down, twirling and stroking with his tongue on the way up and down, and almost coming all the way off at the tip. He's clearly got a bit of a rhythm here, and he is happy to build on it.

Well, definitely beyond teasing now. And definitely some skill.

Rufus clutches at the sheets below him, deciding he may as well let his mind shut off and enjoy this. It may have been a while for Reeve, but it's the same for Rufus. Maybe even longer, considering the situation around most of his prior partners.

And he has to admit it feels very good, that entrap and release motion Reeve is working with. Enough so that it will earn more small moans, ones that get louder slowly, Rufus' length seeming to almost grow harder in Reeve's mouth.

With how much Rufus is enjoying this, he's probably going to hate Reeve for pulling off of him completely and smiling up at him.

"You know, I've got to check something here. Is this going to be all you want for me, or would you prefer something else? Because if so, I'm going need you to pass me some lubricant."

The two go together. Luckily, though, it's a question Rufus can answer while Reeve works. So he has no problem returning to the task before him, adding in a hand to grip what he hasn't taken into his mouth yet.

He isn't happy about it, but it's something that can be dealt with. Though it takes a moment for Rufus to respond, the cool air where it had been warm making him gasp and shiver a little.

Taking a further moment, where he could say something he knows Reeve would dislike, Rufus indicates the dresser, breath hitching as the heat returns. "Something in there..."

It won't be proper lube, of course, but Rufus does keep a few sorts of creams and oils in there; natural items he's found that assist with the pain and issues of the Stigma that is not the stimulant.

Rufus is going to have to lose Reeve's attention for a bit of time. However he intends to get the man a lot more of this first. There are things he wants to show off after all, like how with every bob down he takes more and more of Rufus into his mouth. He works this for another moment or two before he pulls back and leaves a kiss on the crown.

"Be right back, alright?"

With that he squirms out from under Rufus, again groaning over the friction. Time to go digging for something to work with.

"I'll need to know who to use this on. What do you think, Rufus?"

Well, it's new for him to have someone go so far down on him and he shows his appreciation with a small groaning sound, hands clutching tightly to the sheets below to resist reaching up to grab for Reeve.

When he leaves, Rufus does reach a bit, trying to pull Reeve over for a kiss at least, responding to the man's question simply.

"I thought you wanted to show me what I was missing?"

Well, Reeve definitely isn't going to let himself miss that kiss. He lets Rufus keep him there for a few moments before pulling back and going about his task.

"There are probably things I could show you in both directions. How often have you just had the pleasure of laying back while a man rides you?"

He manages to find a bottle of massage oil. It's not perfect, but he'll deal with it.

Rufus had seen absolutely no reason to keep anything for this sort of occasion around, and so he watches with curiosity to see what Reeve will grab from the drawer, seeming to approve of the choice, even as he gives Reeve the faintest of unreadable looks.

How often, huh? Such an easy question to answer, though he seems to hesitate a moment. He'd been bragging before, but it seemed Reeve could easily one-up him here, so he frowns a little bit, before giving his single word response.

"Never."

Quantity may be its own form of quality, but it didn’t leave Rufus on a fair playing ground with someone who had not only a decent amount of experience, but a lot of that with experienced men and enough with repeat lovers and you get a different kind of man in bed. Add in the compassion and he’s got something Rufus can’t xompete with.

Even now Reeve’s expression is soft. Any pity there comes from truly feeling bad that Rufus hasn’t had the pleasure. Then again, some people just like being a bottom.

“Rufus, have you ever been the one giving, or was it always receiving?”

He's none too fond of the pity, whatever the reason, but somehow he can't seem to be angry at the moment. Maybe because there's really some kindness inside that pity, and he knows this is just Reeve's personality.

The question gives him some pause, though; less because he can't answer, and more because he isn't really sure he wants to answer. Maybe doesn't want more pity, despite his lack of anger. Decides he's been honest so far, may as well continue being so,shifting to lean on an arm and look at Reeve.

"Almost entirely been the receiver. Those few boys my own age, a couple of them let me try to be on the other side of the equation."

Well, there's no pity there in Reeve's look now. Just a smile.

"Did you like it? The simple face of the matter is that some guys just like to receive. I won't ask you to watch me ride you if that sort of thing doesn't interest you. It's good to respect the things your body wants. It's usually the best way to do things like this."

He finally returns himself to the bed, moving to sit next to Rufus. He has every intention to returning to blowing Rufus shortly. He just needs to know who he's going to get his fingers working on while he's at that task.

"Why not both?" Maybe it's the way Reeve seems to be acting as a teacher, or some part of being given the offer brings his devilish side out a bit. "Or do you think you won't be able to do both, old man?"

"I don't mind either position," Reeve admits with a smile, "but do you really think I would have stopped that talented mouth of yours, one I had clearly expressed appreciation for on another night, if I had the stamina to handle that?"

Still, the devilish side is far more interesting than the one that seemed less certain. Not that Reeve didn't enjoy being a teacher in this sort of field. It's a rush all it's own. But Rufus? Rufus clearly hadn't been comfortable with how inexperienced he could be in some areas.

"I suppose I could try, though. Should probably start with me riding you. You'll have to remind me not to touch myself at all, though."

"Well, if you want to spend the night..." The offer should be somewhat obvious, though Rufus doubts Reeve will take it. Still, it feels a little good to find his teasing voice again.

Really? That's a challenge Reeve might enjoy. It's been a while since he's dedicated himself to a single man throughout a whole evening. Almost sounds fun.

"I think if I did that, you would break over how much teasing I managed to get in," Reeve counters, just as ready to challenge Rufus. Apparently this is where they have found their groove. Exchanging sexually charged banter. Who knew. "Unless you have it in your head that you're going to turn this around on me and take charge."

Which he won't have a problem with.

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