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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.

"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.

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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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."

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."

Gentleness? Reeve is a bit shocked at that. But he doesn't show it. Too busy being pleased. He does hum his agreement with Rufus at that statement.

"There's ways for it to be better," Reeve admits. "Or for me. I admit I quite enjoy giving a bit of a show, as it were, to partners."

But he supposes it really is time to move. He's not quick about it, but soon enough Reeve has shifted off of Rufus to instead lay on his side. Not really close, invading his space at this point might be unwelcome. He's not quite sure where the line is now that they've finished. For now he's ready to keep some space between them, figures Rufus is not about cuddling.

"A show makes it better for you?" Rufus sounds confused, watching Reeve as he moves to lay beside him, before shifting to face him, slowly stretching his legs out as he does with a content sound.

"Is it wrong to like having someone's eyes on you?" Reeve asks with a smirk. For a moment he looks pensive before he reaches out to place a hand on Rufus's hip. He's going to test some boundaries here. Forgive him, he's tactile and clearly a bit of a tease. "Is it wrong for me to enjoy that? The act itself can be short, and doesn't always linger in the mind. But the sight of someone moving like that, trying to keep your mind caught, it's wonderful. Learned it from an ex of mine."

His fingers graze lightly over Rufus's hip and up his side. For all the things going on for Rufus, he is still beautifully fit. Would be nice to explore more of his skin, but that's probably off limits. Not even sure if the implied second round will occur.

"Maybe it's just strange to me." He allows the touch, not withdrawing and maybe even squirming in a slightly ticklish way. "I did much of it before, so I suppose there must be an interest. Just not my style, I suppose."

"I'll make a note of that," Reeve assures him. And he'll make sure that he never shares that note with anyone. With the squirming he almost considers stopping, but then he smiles. Places his hand more firmly on Rufus's side. If he doesn't touch lightly he shouldn't tickle.

"So... how long before I'm kicked out of your bed? And do I get a shower first?"

Because somehow, he doesn't believe Rufus will actually want another pass.

The firmer touch stops the movement, and Reeve will find his hand is not moved or slapped away, his question a chuckle. "I did say you were welcome to stay over night. I was being serious about that. Besides," Rufus shifts so that he can pull Reeve in for another one of those deep, hungry kisses, making sure they both get a taste before pulling back to finish his words. "I'd like to steal a few more of these. Not easy to do if you're gone."

"If you steal them with that sort of greediness, I'm more than glad to allow you to," Reeve grins. "Steal as many as you like."

And frankly, he'd be happy to see if they lead further again. Who knew what a moment of weakness could lead to. He does move his hand from Rufus's side, though. It's an almost possessive touch for him, and he knows better than to do that. This isn't more than a night.

"Mmm, I will." He stretches as he settles back down, apparently waiting for some energy to do anything more, grinning. "So are you staying the evening? If so, I'll ask Tseng to get some food sent up... maybe invite him?"

“Yes I am staying the night,” Reeve relents. “I need to rest, you aren’t wrong about that. And I would like to see if I can’t be more worn out. So good would be welcome.”

He juat ignores the joke about Tseng. The man would likely roll his eyes at that.

Rufus stands to go retrieve his phone, left discarded in the previously removed clothing, no obvious embarrassment about his state of undress if the fact he doesn't grab anything to cover with is any indication.

Phone secured, he returns to the bed to call Tseng and inform him about Reeve staying and requsting him to arrange food for later. There seems to be a moment or two of conversation before Rufus hangs up and leans over to put his phone on the dresser, right over Reeve since he's on the dresser side.

"I think we've been caught already. Tseng said to keep from doing anything to hurt ourselves."

Bless the lack of embarrassment, because Reeve does appreciate the view from behind as well. If this is going to be a strange of a meeting as it already is, he feels he at least deserves a half a moment to appreciate the man's ass. Simple as that.

He doesn't let Rufus stretching over him go fully unanswered though. He catches the man in his arms briefly to steal another kiss. Because yes, he is willing to give Rufus a chance to sate himself with kisses. Only then does he respond to the commentary.

"I'm not so old that I would injure myself bedding you," Reeve dismisses. "Unless he has a reason to think you'd harm me. And I would be suicidal to do so much as leave a scratch on you."

He enjoys the kiss as it's given, using the hand which had been holding the phone to gently scratch Reeve's chest as he accepts it, before chuckling gently at what Reeve says and moving to straddle the man. "Saying you can do a round two?"

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