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"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?"

He doesn’t know what to do with a kiss like that from Rufus. Yes this is a teaching experience for him, a learning one for Rufus, and pleasure both ways, but how do you respond to trust given like that? Frankly he doesn’t know, and the last thing he wants is to use kid gloves with the man.

“I admit I don’t want to fail when I have earned some credit from you,” Reeve offers. “Perhaps the best approach is not to know what to avoid. I would rather not second guess, and I doubt that my usual methods would cause any issues. But for the peace of mind of an apparently old man given what Tseng said, how about a safe word? Say Scarlet’s name and I stop. Trust me, nothing could get me to stop faster than thoughts of her.”

Any seriousness dies with that remark, Rufus' lips curling into a smirk before he laughs. "Oh, I can imagine. She never did much for me either, even if women did anything for me to begin. My old man, however," he clicks his tongue a little. "That man would bed anything."

“Is this where I wonder aloud whether you have a sibling via Scarlet?” Reeve finds himself teasing. Everyone knew of course that Rufus likely had other siblings out there. Frankly, given appearance and what details he knew of the man’s past, he wouldn’t be surprised if someone told him a Cloud was Rufus’s half brother.

The laughter is worth it. He sounds good when he laughs. Almost happy. Reeve can’t help raising a hand to Rufus’s cheek to stroke it briefly.

Don’t get attached. He would hardly be amused by that, he reminds himself. And somehow he keeps the gravity of the thought completely out of his expression.

"Thank Gaia she was barren." Rufus knows Reeve won't ask how he knows this, since he knows Rufus knows a great deal of things he shouldn't, and his time with the Turks would have allowed him access to personnel files, besides.

Yet he pauses, leaning softly into that hand, before leaning over to give Reeve another gentle kiss, his hands running up to Reeve's shoulders so he can scratch them softly as he pulls back and gets up slowly. "I'm going to bite my tongue on something, and go get that water for you."

“By all means. And if I may suggest a damp cloth to manage a bit of tidying? Not that you don’t look good with the mess I made on your stomach.”

He watches the younger man attentively, wondering just what is going on in his head right now. “Don’t be too long if you can avoid it. I imagine we have quite a busy night in front of us.”

Things Reeve doesn't want to know are in his head, but he's fairly good at hiding things, even from a man who seems to bring out the awkward side of him. Which means he smiles, moving out to get what is needed.

After a time, he returns with the water and the cloth, as well as a small note he flashes at Reeve. "Tseng slid it under the door so he wouldn't interrupt us. Dinner will be here in an hour."

He hands Reeve the bottled water, and settles the cloth down, apparently having cleaned up while away. "That one is clean, so use it if you need it."

Who even knew there was an awkward side to Rufus. If asked Reeve would say he never saw one. Who knew. He is content to wait in Rufus’s bed for a while and actually smiles when the man returns.

“Thank you,” he says as he accepts both. Soon he is taking a big swing of water before a quick moment to clean himself up some. “And I will admit I am pleased he at least slid it under the door. I imagine Reno would have busted in. With a camera at that.”

He would like to not be blackmailed over this.

"I imagine Reno has been told to behave or he's taking a vacation up north. Or tied down somewhere." He sits down near Reeve, shifting to lay down on his side and reach over to stroke Reeve's leg gently.

“He might enjoy being tied down,” Reeve counters.

With Rufus lying down Reeve smirks. He considers everything fair game now. Which means he reaches out and pulls Rufus against him, ceasing his lips once again. But not in the heated sort of kiss from earlier. Or the entirely chaste one Rufus had offered him moments ago. No, this time he opts for something softer, slower, but no less lacking in desire. Slow and seeet and open in its own way. This time he feels like he should go somewhere else on the scale of bedding someone.

It can’t be said he intends to make love to Rufus. The feelings aren’t exactly there. But he can definitely show Rufus the steps to that process too. Really he deserves a birthday card every year from whoever Rufus finally settles himself with, if he does. Because Reeve intends to set an example here.

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