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Does it need to be said? You can find this poor civil engineer in any sort of situation you want. Put up a starter and let it run free. No Scarlets welcome, though. He can't stand them.

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"You don't want an extra challenge?" He saw that lip biting and felt a little thrill over it. It makes him want to thrust again, though he resists for now.

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"I suppose it depends on what you want out of this. I'm rather flexible when it comes to these sorts of things," Reeve admits.

But with that he does start moving on his own again, still mostly slow, but he does allow himself more range of motion, to the point where he's almost fully removing himself from Rufus before sliding back down. Getting the full measure of him and getting used to the motions before he starts to figure out the best way to approach the drawing this out.

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The response earns a definite chuckle from Rufus, but no response aside from letting Reeve begin his movements again. He could later be a brat if he decided, start moving whenever he wanted, but for now he was good letting things go as they were.

Good feeling that tightness and release again, though with a different orifice than before; but still just as amazing. So he holds still aside from moving that hand which is still on Reeve's hip with the man's movement.

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Reeve appreciates that hand, really he does. It's a nice grounding sort of thing. Likes it enough that he eventually reaches out for Rufus's other hand. He wants his body framed by those hands. Forgive him, he likes this process. Once he's got a hand on both hips he places one of his own hands on Rufus's chest as if to balance himself. Lets his fingers scratch just a bit at Rufus's chest.

Then he leans forward to change the angle just a bit, to feel Rufus drag more inside of him and it's less lifting himself and more rolling his hips a bit.

"It's okay to grip," Reeve assures Rufus, his voice a rumble. "It's okay to scratch and pull. It's okay to coax if you want. Or just lay back and feel while I fuck myself on you."

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The small scratch earns a pleased gasp from Rufus and his hands do indeed grip at Reeve, even before he says that Rufus can. However, he digs his nails in tentatively at the offer, moaning at the rolling of hips.

"I could also do both in alternate measures, or maybe..." He drags his nails up Reeve's sides, up to his arms, which he scratches a bit harder than Reeve did to his chest, and further up to stroke the sides of his face, before thrusting a single time.

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The scratches earn a light moan from Reeve that becomes even louder with the thrust. A lovely choice, and Reeve appreciates it. Now if only they could get that at just the right angle.

Somehow Reeve thinks that if the Turks haven't figured out what they're up to by now, they will soon, because Reeve hasn't had this in a long time and he doesn't know that he'll stay quiet.

"He can be taught," Reeve teases. And with the pleased gasp Rufus managed in mind, he makes sure to rake his nails just a touch more firmly down Rufus's chest. He wouldn't dare leave marks, though. What a shame. Rufus would look pretty with marks. And damn, Reeve won't risk it.

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Rufus trusts the Turks on duty to pretend they don't hear a sound, at least for now. He can't promise that they won't say anything at a later time, or make faces. But he has a feeling Reeve can handle it if so, and he knows he certainly can.

The remark earns a smirk, and the nails a low moan, before Rufus speaks. "Then teach me how to make you feel better while we do this? Or will that have to wait until later?"

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It will be amusing to catalog their reactions later. But that is later. For now he's got a beautiful noise from Rufus and that is wonderful.

"It's a balancing act," Reeve explains between light grunts as he moves on Rufus. The hand Reeve doesn't have on Rufus's chest moves to grab one of Rufus's to his ass, hoping to get Rufus to squeeze there as well. "The best way to get yourself off quickly is to be quick and hard. It's the worst way to properly please a lover unless what they want from you, what they need from you, is to have you use them. Some people like that. I like it a bit in the right situation. It can sometimes feel nice to get used like that, knowing someone is taking their pleasure from you. But for only some people."

Yes, he's talking. It's a lesson, Rufus. Pay attention. Then he leans down just enough to steal Rufus's lips again, hungry and demanding. Almost like he's fucking Rufus with his tongue for a few moments, before he pulls back and smirks. Until now he's been slow. Now he shifts his position to he can move faster, leaving himself just a bit breathless with it.

"Changing speed and force is good. Predictable rhythm is for ending. Variation draws it out. The best part can be just..."

He stops entirely after this, fully seated on Rufus and relying on his weight to keep Rufus from doing too much. "Just keeping a partner guessing. Rufus Shinra should not be a predictable man."

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And people accused him of speaking too much, forgetting that usually he was quieter than either his father, or Heidegger. Words had a use, and learning their timing was a skill he'd learned, among many others. Which meant what he said was always said with a purpose.

Still, he does listen, taking only the information that proves useful, or of which he didn't already personally know. It was true that he hadn't been the one in this position before, but being on the side Reeve was taking now... He knew what someone being too rough and not worrying for their partner felt like.

The rest of what he says at least has some value for what Rufus asked for, and even though he is letting out little moans at the movements, and acknowledging Reeve's moving his hand with a little squeeze, it's the last bit that gets a response; though admittedly there's a small pout from that kiss breaking off.

He brings both hands back up to Reeve's hips, scraping his nails up the skin from his ass to their new location, before speaking, squirming just a little. "Mm... hard to be unpredictable with you holding me down with your weight.cc

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"It is," Reeve agrees. "Just trying to teach."

After that Reeve starts to move again, shifts his hips just a bit to get... Reeve moans as he finally finds that perfect angle. This is right, puts him in the right place to hit his prostate.

"You're... you're looking for that," Reeve pants.

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Rufus chuckles softly. Teaching, in a very hands on way. Something Rufus is finding he rather enjoys. And though not appropriate, he grins hard at Reeve when the man moves himself where it feels best.

"I know what the prostate is, Reeve... I'm not completely oblivious." With this, Rufus seems to have bought himself a bit of time and proves he has a mind that can easily memorize things, including angles...

A single thrust up, angled at such a small difference to account for any movement Reeve might have made, proves this, Rufus almost instantly finding Reeve's prostate.

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"Don't think you're cute by..."

Reeve doesn't get to finish his thought. No, instead he gets the pleasure of the man hitting his prostate with ease. Fucking hell that is nice.

"Yeah, cute," Reeve says, delighting in the tingle it leaves in his fingers. "Do that again. Because if you don't I might be a bit annoyed."

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Something Reeve says or does keeps that grin on Rufus' face, even as he begins a slow movement, making sure he can hit Reeve's prostate each time he thrusts.

Once he's comfortable he can move while hitting that spot practically each time, he thrusts up harder and a little faster, shuddering a little with a small moan, the friction at this speed and depth feeling amazing; and admittedly, the little bit of high from the power he seems to possess doesn't hurt.

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"Fuck," Reeve groans. Who is teaching who here? Well, that hasn't changed, but clearly the lesson is being discarded in favor of chasing this sensation. It's not quite what he had been planning, but sometimes it's nice to have plans foiled. Nice to be overpowered by the sensation. It's good to have this sort of thing happen. To have his partner find just the right way to unravel him.

Not that Reeve is a passive partner at this point, not by any means. He finally has a damn good reason to use his hands. With the distraction the pleasure causes he doesn't manage much more than his fingers scratching at Rufus's chest as he braces himself against the man. But at least he's doing something.

"Just a bit more," he encourages. Not begging. He won't beg, not yet. Not like this where he's in a position where he can take if he needs it.

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Rufus hisses softly at the scratches, though it's far from a pained sound, taking the scratches as a sign he's managing what he set out to do. Which means he won't stop his movements in the slightest.

In fact, he seems to have been listening to Reeve, as he begins to alternate his speed and depth after a time. He even manages a small chuckle between moans, responding to Reeve's remark with it, and hoping the man isn't serious; after all, he knows he feels good and wants to drag this out just a little longer.

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Chuckling? Rude. Also a bit pleasing, because yeah, it's a reaction, it's feedback and he likes that. What a lovely thing.

"You look good like this," Reeve groans when Rufus starts alternating. Damn that feels good. "In your element."

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In his element? In control, he supposes Reeve means, and not having sex with a man. Or at least he hopes that is the case, or he may have to see about setting the man straight later.

For now, he focuses on his movements, hands on Reeve's hips trying to encourage the man to move in tandem with him, increase the feeling even more. Especially as he seems to be finding that the enjoyment of this is already drawing him a little bit to the edge.

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Clearly in control. It's something Rufus is good at. But with a bit of encouragement he does move with Rufus. After all, it's not a bad idea to enjoy what he's being offered because it means he's doing less of it himself. Because at this point the idea of 'instruction' has been thrown out in favor of the simple act of pleasure for pleasure's sake. Been a while since he let himself enjoy this. Closes his eyes and spares one of his hands to stroke himself.

Chances were he'd fall over the edge before Rufus even found it.

"You feel good, Rufus. Damn good," he finds himself mumbling. He's a talker. Sorry.

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He would like to chuckle again, point out that Reeve must not be feeling good enough if he can talk, but Rufus is certainly feeling too good to speak, or chuckle. But he's not gone enough yet to ignore that Reeve is bringing himself closer to finishing.

Meaning he should be welcome to as well, and while he looks for a pace that will suit them both, his hands leave Reeve's hips to slide slowly up his sicd, nails out to scratch just enough to stimulate.

And if he's lucky enough, the spot that he finds a moment later which earns a moan from him and causes him to dig his nails into Reeve, is what he's looking for.

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Some people run at the mouth when they're feeling good. Reeve is one of those, which should have been indicated by the fact that Reeve had been made of talking before it too. As it is he's quite caught up in all of it, and it helps that Rufus is scratching at him. The man picked up on that particular quirk of Reeve's very early on, which Reeve is thankful for.

And what do you know, Reeve is lucky, because there is a spot, just under his bottom rib, and he trembles and moans, his whole body arching a little at the pleasure of that touch. Gets his hand moving a bit faster, because that feels great. Hope he will do that again.

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He searches for the spot once he gets that reaction, wishing to gain it again, even as he keeps up the pace he's decided on setting, his own low moans and eventual missing of beats indicating Rufus is right near the edge.

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Good thing Rufus searches, because that's a great place to get attention for. The particular focus there is wonderful, serving as the last bit of extra attention to get Reeve over the edge. First sex in years and Reeve's moaning Rufus's name as his pleasure overwhelms him. Doesn't stop him from moving. Even in the haze of it, he still rocks, because yes, he wants Rufus to follow him down.

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If you asked anyone, ever, what name one would think would be the last one to fall from Reeve's lips in a situation such as this, Rufus is sure he would have made the top three - Scarlett and his father the top two. Which, even in the small haze of sex filling his mind, the thought does come to Rufus' mind.

Mixed with everything else, the thought is quite enough thrill that Rufus lets out a groan of pleasure as he releases into Reeve, unintentionally scratching very hard at Reeve; enough he may leave a bit of a mark.

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Reeve might care about the marks later. For right now he sags down over Rufus. Yeah, he'll move in a moment. As it is, he's panting against Rufus's neck. After he catches his breath he can't help but chuckle.

"That was definitely a thing that just happened."

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Rufus moves his hands before Reeve can sag, his hand raising to stroke the raven-haired man's back gently, a rare show of affection of gentleness from the man.

His own breath stills a little, and he responds sounding rather pleased and relaxed. "Yes, it is. And you're right that position feels good to be in."