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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?

Feeling Reeve's own movement, as if he's okay with what the blond's movement is indicating, Rufus does raise up enough to enjoy the feeling of being further inside Reeve's mouth. Which sadly precludes him from seeing the amusement.

Not that he minds, not if he can enjoy this enough to lose it.

Lack of reservation is definitely a good sign for how this is all going to proceed, and Reeve enjoys the very idea that Rufus is lightening up enough for it. However Rufus doesn't get too much time to thrust before Reeve pulls off of him completely.

"Remind me later to suck you off completely," Reeve suggests as he shifts from under the leg over his shoulder.

In fact, he pulls away from Rufus all together. His fingers slip from himself and he bites his lip briefly because there is just suck a lack now. Granted, he intends to remedy that rather quickly. His hands reach out to pull Rufus's legs back to lying flat on the bed before he moves to straddle Rufus. He doesn't move to get Rufus inside of him just yet. Just looks down at Rufus's face and studies it, smiling at him.

"If at any point this isn't doing it for you, tell me. And don't hesitate to get your own hips into it. Or just about anything else you want."

Not that he thinks Rufus would even think of changing their positions once he's started. For all that he thinks he's experienced, his inexperience makes this all very interesting.

"Mind if I steal your lips one more time?"

He's not going to complain all too much about Reeve's drawing back with that sort of offer put on the table, especially when he thinks of the fact he seems to have succeeded in getting the man completely on board with taking a break for the evening.

He even seems a little taken with Reeve's position. Much different having someone over you when the person is getting ready to show you something promised to feel amazing, and Rufus seems to study the dark-haired man even more than he did before, raising his hands up to scratch his chest gently.

He then smirks a little at the question. "Of course not."

And here Reeve hasn't even considered much that he's agreed to take some time off from work. Which, of course, he needs. With the permission granted Reeve leans down to claim Rufus's lips, this time with a lighter, almost sweeter kiss. Gentle and warm. If he gets too caught up he might forget why he's here after all. After a moment of enjoying that he pulls back and shifts himself up on his knees again. His hand reaches behind himself to grip Rufus's length and he holds it still as he positions himself over Rufus.

This part is his favorite. The sensation of being spread open slowly by the undeniable warmth and hardness of another man. Always the best part, so he waits for a moment, eyes closed as he just lets himself anticipate the sensation. Then and only then does he lower himself, slowly sinking onto Rufus, unable to help the way he moans as he does so.

Rufus enjoys the kiss, how different it is from the others, stilling his hands from their examination. He might just have to ask for another later on. When this is done with.

Reeve may seem stable on his own, but Rufus shifts one hand down to gently hold onto the man's hip, watching what he is doing and shuddering softly as he descends.

Perhaps there's not the same heat as with someone's mouth, but it's certainly a much more intense one. Tighter, too, and Rufus lets out a small groan at the feeling. It's certainly been a long time since he's been on this side of things.

The chances of another kiss like that are slim unless asked for directly. It had been more something for Reeve than something for Rufus. But he does smile appreciatively at the hand on his hip, even if he doesn't open his eyes. In fact, his hand comes to rest on Rufus's too.

"Give me a moment, okay? Been a while since I've done this. Forgot how good this can feel."

For half a moment he wonders if in all of his experiences Rufus ever had a partner care enough to give him a chance to adjust, and then dismisses the thought. He can explore just what Rufus has and hasn't experienced later.

"Alright," he says after he's had some time to breathe. "Alright." The words are for him, not for Rufus. Trying to remind himself to take this nice and slow. No need to rush, he's got time. Nothing short of the building being on fire or Rufus having an episode from his Stigma are likely to call them away from this now that they've gotten this far. Well, Rufus could definitely say stop at any time. Does he know that? Reeve frowns for a moment and opens his eyes to look at the blonde.

"Just checking, but you know you can, at any time, tell me you want to stop then I will. No questions asked."

Should have outlined that first.

Rufus doesn't seem to mind the man taking his time to adjust, enjoying just examining their position. And the look on Reeve's face, as if he's not used to this anymore yet enjoying it greatly at the same time. It's a look he might normally mock, letting himself be in such a vulnerable position for someone else, but considering it's for him...

Rufus smiles faintly, though it's gone before Reeve opens his eyes again. Replaced with a look of confusion. He can say stop at any time? Reeve is worried? About the past, he assumes, and it makes him chuckle a little.

"I'm not the child I was." His hand tightens on Reeve's hip gently. "I already know I can say no. And I can't see you trying to do things I wouldn't like, at least in this area."

His fingers flex for a minute against Rufus's hand as if he's wishing he could clutch at it. Not as easy when their hands face opposite ways. But he smiles because even as he does that, Rufus's fingers grip at his hip tighter and he appreciates that.

"It's normally something I remind partners of far earlier in the process," Reeve counters. "Just wanted to make sure."

And with that he finally starts to move, rising up on his knees to lift himself up Rufus's shaft. Like everything else he's done since taking charge it's slow. In part because for right now he wants to figure out angle and the like. After all, it tends to be a little different with each partner. Still, he clearly enjoys the motion himself from the expression he's wearing.

"Maybe I should just move like this the whole time. Slow so you can feel every last bit of yourself sliding in me. Go like this until my legs are too sore to lift me again."

Yes, apparently he just talks a pretty serious game while he's in bed.

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