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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.

"I could certainly see what I could do." Rufus chuckles lowly, reaching to tug Reeve's hair gently, challenginly, before asking the obvious question. "What do I need to do if you're going to ride me?"

The bit of a tug does get a soft noise of pleasure from Reeve. Not a full blown moan, but definitely something to note for the future. Hair pulling was good with him.

"For now," Reeve said as he shifted back down the bed to put himself between Rufus's legs once more, "lay there and keep being as pretty as you are. I have a bit of experience at this sort of multitasking anyway."

More importantly than that, he was pretty good at getting himself ready with a minimum of time.

Rufus takes note of this sound, adding it to a small list of things he's finding Reeve enjoys. It may not be useful later, but Reeve did seek interested in staying overnight, and if Rufus does take over, he will need that information.

Yet he can't help raise a brow at the multitasking comment. Really? And he didn't consider himself a pervert? Or maybe Rufus just didn't realise what was and what wasn't normal? He sort of considered all those older men men perverts, and hadn't exactly watched others do what Reeve was implying.

He will lay back, though to go ahead and watch and let Reeve control the situation.

Those men were perverts, and Reeve would probably walk out if he was compared to them aloud. As it is, he's just a lover of men that has more than learned his way around the male form. Someone clearly willing to tutor Rufus in the things he'd missed out on. Better take advantage of it while it's provided, Rufus, because it will help sharpen what the former president saw as a weapon into a far better tool. For one night Reeve is letting himself be used and he doesn't care. Let it happen.

Once more Reeve sets himself between Rufus's legs, again draping one over his shoulder. He does take a moment to carefully spread and warm some oil over the fingers of one hand before his mouth is on Rufus again. He doesn't even bother to start light and teasing this time, though the hand that had originally been working to handle what he couldn't swallow had instead changed duties to gripping Rufus firmly at the base of his length, squeezing enough to keep some pressure there. Whatever he can do to prolong this just enough to get himself ready for the next stage. While his mouth is so occupied his other hand busies itself with the process of making sure he's stretched enough to handle the next step. Of course even working that as efficiently as he can the man is still left moaning a little around Rufus.

The former president's ways and Rufus' were vastly different, and although he had once or twice used this method himself when it was all he could think of, he really didn't want to continue. Though if Reeve had heard his thoughts and tried to walk out, it might have been a different face than normal he got to see.

As it is, the man seems to be trying to find other faces Rufus can make, that feeling of heat returning with a vengeance and the moan Rufus lets out shows clearly that the moment away may even have been a good idea, even if not on purpose.

Ah, what a beautiful sound. Shame he can't record it. Of course if he tried Reeve was pretty certain that some Turk or another would see him off into the Lifestream when he least expected it. The sound only redoubled Reeve's efforts, hoping to provoke the sound once more.

There is definitely a special sort of pleasure in finding ways to get this somber man to react to him. Who knew this particular kind of challenge could be such a turn-on?

The redoubled efforts indeed earn another moan, and Reeve may notice that something has changed in Rufus' attitude after their little chat, the leg not already over Reeve's shoulder raising a little bit to plant on the bed almost as if he were going to try to raise up.

That definitely is a change. Rufus being a bit more active in this? Well, he's okay with that. What is more amusing is trying to categorize this. Is it Rufus just being more open with his own desire, or just him trying to be a touch more demanding? Not that he cares either way. If he wants to buck into Reeve's mouth, Reeve can more than take it. In fact, as a bit of a dare to do so, Reeve shifts his own position enough to give him a slightly better angle to work from. Which means putting himself into a position where he can slowly start working Rufus back toward his throat. Not as deep as he can go, he needs to be able to breathe to focus on himself, and he'd want both hands free to hold Rufus down if he really needed to.

As it is, there is definite amusement and excitement flashing in his eyes as he looks to Rufus. Is that all he's got?

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