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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.

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?"

"If you give me a bit of time to catch my breath, maybe have something in my system other than coffee, then yes, I can continue serving as your unexpected entertainment for the evening," Reeve agrees. Apparently they have come to this conclusion.

Even though he remembers all of the how, Reeve still isn't sure what has led to him being right here, in Rufus Shinra's bed. Stranger still, he doesn't know that he'll regret it either. In the mean time he smiles at Rufus, a hand gliding over his leg. "You look good there. Though I think next pass should involve a touch more thought going into it. To make sure we're both comfortable."

"Tseng will get something arranged for food, though I can at least offer water or other drink if you're thirsty right now; though I'd have to get up to do it." Which he doesn't seem to want to do, content just straddling Reeve, and maybe even idly stroking the man's chest. "And what form of thought?"

Somehow, it seems a little strange to ask, but Rufus is quickly discovering that he has a great deal he can learn about healthy sex. Well, as healthy as this unlikely scenario is. Which honestly, it's probably not entirely unhealthy since both of them are consenting adults and the probability had existed for a while.

“Water would be good. A sports drink would be better for rehydrating but I do appreciate where you are right now,” Reeve admits. Yes he is still lazily stroking Rufus’s leg, because it is warm and shapely and forgive him but he can be affectionate after sex. “I will happily send you for water in a bit.”

Still, Rufus is asking more and Reeve smiles. “What you want. You have my full attention for the rest of the night. What would you want of me? How could I serve you, Mister President? What would you like to experience? How would you like my attention directed?”

Whether any of this is healthy or not, that truly is a debate worth delving into at another time. Stress relief can definitely be called for, and there are worse ways to get it. More than that there is a question of desire. Yes, it’s there under the surface. How far it goes might be a better question.

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"What I want, hm..." He shifts a little, bringing his hips downward in such a way as to just barely brush suggestively near what had been very hard just moments before and what Rufus intends to get hard again, before bringing himself back to where he was, a slow grin crawling to his lips. "I want to see you use that on me."

Logical, reasonable discussion was obviously something that could wait for a much different time.

Now that is a straightforward response, to the point where Reeve finds himself chuckling. “Yes, Rufus, I believe that part was clear. However I would like to know a bit more than that. For instance are you seeking to repeat my performance, or are other angles in play here? The question is one of power, Rufus. Who holds it, who gives it over.”

And how exactly he is to put himself to use. If he has control he definitely intends for gentler using of the man, how drawn out it will be would depend entirely on how Rufus’s was reacting. Giving himself to Rufus was one thing. Possibly echoing past mistreatment was another. And one he wasn’t willing to have.

"It would seem I'm giving you the power, at least for a little while." Rufus shifts to give Reeve a simple, almost chaste kiss, as if saying he trusts Reeve, before drawing back to smile at him. "I want to see what you will do, how you'd pleasure me. So, everything is on the table until I say it is not.

"A vague answer, I know, but it should tell you all you need to know. Or, do you need to know something more?" The smile stays, but it shifts in appearance, almost fake. "Like what to avoid, maybe? You're still worried about my past, right?"

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