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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.

Oh, Rufus could tell Reeve some of the things Reno liked. The man wasn't exactly embarrassed to talk about his sex life, or the things he wanted from it. It had kept Rufus quite amused in his years with the Turks. He even knew Reno was at least part serious about a certain partner... More than his normal.

Not a point of discussion now, of course, as Rufus enjoys the kiss he's being given, leaning himself further into Reeve to get more of it.

One kiss becomes two, becomes three, becomes more than that as his lips press over the line of Rufus's jaw and down the column of his throat. Meanwhile his fingers slide softly down Rufus's side, clearly meaning to explore. This time there are no words while he works. There are other ways to learn this one, and that is by getting to enjoy the lightness of lips on skin. The more smoldering sort of fire than the raging, teasing one of earlier. Passion, Reeve always thought, was in the deliberate worship of another man's body, but not dragging it out enough to be maddening.

Which means he doesn't let his lips get too much further from Rufus's than a scattering of kisses over his collarbone while the fingers of one hand gently work a nipple. Then his lips return to Rufus's as he lays the man on his back rather than his side.

He shivers softly, letting his head tilt back a little bit as Reeve kisses his jaw and neck, before moaning gently as that hand begins to work, and not at all resisting being placed on his back.

His own hands come up, finding their favorite place on Reeve's back, scratching just the way that seems to have been getting a reaction from the man before.

While Reeve does hum a little at the pleasure of being scratched his attention rests more with Rufus, who he has moved to straddle once again. His lips continue their tour of Rufus's face by pressing at the corners of his mouth and brushing gently over his eyes as Reeve's hands skim lightly over his chest. Seems as good a time as any to let his fingers follow the lines of muscles, to enjoy how they might jump under his touch. And the fact that he's almost getting more positive feedback from this attention gives him some hope that Rufus will enjoy himself in this too. That is always a plus.

At that thought Reeve's phone goes off in his discarded pocket. A ringtone assigned to Tifa. He definitely is ignoring that. No chance he's going to interrupt them for this. He lets it ring as he pulls back to look at Rufus and stroke his hair.

"You'll have to tell me what your skin care routine is. It's very soft. I could spend hours kissing it," he says almost cordially as he shifts himself so he is no longer straddling Rufus. Instead he settles between the man's legs and raises one to wrap around his hip. "Mind wrapping. Leg around me for just a bit?"

"Are you sure you shouldn't get that?" Rufus may be enjoying himself, but he knows that work is important, especially for Reeve. Which truthfully makes it interesting that he seems so intent on ignoring it. Has Reeve honestly decided to shut off from work for the evening?

Whatever the response is to his question, Rufus at least is paying attention to Reeve's own question, wrapping his legs lightly around Reeve, just in case he does go to answer the phone.

"I assume Miss Lockhart just wants to know if I happy to know where Strife is," Reeve counters. "Which is silly because I was out of town. Perhaps she thinks I ran into him near Kalm. If it's important she'll call back. Twice."

The woman is quite persistent.

"It's not the end of the world until Nanaki has one of the Canyon villagers call me."

That's really his qualifications at this point. Or, of course, if Cloud calls. Which he never does. Unless the phone rings from one of those two it's really not important. Pretty much everyone else will call for their own ends and those can absolutely wait until tomorrow. Or, if a number of them call, then he'll be concerned. For now it is likely not a problem that cannot wait until the morning. Granted he'll check when he's done with Rufus. Which he isn't yet. What he really is concerned about right now is the sensation of Rufus's leg around him, and it's good.

"Focus on me, Rufus. At least pretend I can hold your attention."

"Give me a reason to keep my attention on you, then." Rufus teases while grinning at Reeve, and wrapping his legs just a bit more tightly around the man.

"Very well," Reeve smiles, leaning in to kiss Rufus lightly once more. They really are soft. How could a man that has gone through so much manage to remain so soft. Again his hands start to explore, feeling the strength of the muscles before gliding over the thickness of Rufus's thighs.

The fingers of one hand pull away to seek out the lotion he'd been using earlier. Time to start on the prep portion of this. Another kiss, warm and gentle, a few more, because he loves the warmth of them, and he thinks Rufus deserves them. But he's found the bottle now, and he pulls back from the kiss, a smile curling his lips as he hovers just a hair away from kissing him.

He chuckles softly into the first kiss at the response, before simply enjoying them. Honestly, he loves the deep and passionate kisses they've already exchanged, but he can get behind these gentle ones too, and what they seem to represent.

Reeve may be considering Rufus' skin, and would be envious to find he doesn't actually use any special regimen on his skin, but Rufus himself is carefully disconnecting his own thoughts which are trying to stray into a darker territory - rather an awkward place to be during such an excorcist as this.

It's good that Reeve is experience here, then, those hands working his body and the kisses keeping Rufus well distracted from other thoughts. That smile even more so, especially as he's so close with another kiss.

Reaching a hand out, Rufus strokes Reeve's neck gently, and just waits on his next move.

Luckily Reeve hasn't noticed that Rufus's mind is trying to stray, because he'd stop where he was, whether Rufus asked or not. Instead he lingers in the smile again as he finally gets the bottle in hand. Flips the cap open and gets his hands off of Rufus just long enough to get some into his hand so he can reach down to start stroking Rufus. It's slow, it's deliberate, and it's clearly meant to be a distraction. It's a second point of distraction as his lips find Rufus's neck, his teeth nipping lightly but never enough to leave a mark. He is more than happy to get the man distracted thoroughly as his fingers reach down and behind Rufus to tease at him. He need to get Rufus prepped if he's to fulfill what the man has asked of him.

Stopping would have gotten a petulant pout, and perhaps a complaint. There are many things that bother Rufus, and he can deal with some pity and kindness, but he's not weak enough to unravel st a little touch; at least not unravel in a bad way, with this man.

The nips and the stroking earn a low moan, the blond again tipping his head back invitingly, hands moving from Reeve's neck back down to his chest. Even the teasing earns a small moan, Rufus using his nails again; by now Reeve probably could tell that this is an indication of pleasure from the young former president.

He's like a cat in that way. When he's pleased he kneads, and Reeve has enjoyed his cats for a long time. And the scratching gets Reeve a bit of pleasure too, the way he practically purrs with the pleasure of it. Wonderful. His hand sets a steady pace, just enough to stimulate and distract, not enough to put him too close too soon. Meanwhile a finger finally presses in and that definitely gets a pleased smile in Reeve's eyes.

"Lovely neck," he muses aloud, still peppering kisses over Rufus's neck. He hates that he can't suck marks there.

He's used to having to relax himself a lot more, but it seems that an older partner who's taking consideration is a bonus. Not that everyone Rufus dealt with was bad, but between the lust of old men and the inexperience of other partners, this is certainly a nice change.

The resumed nips seem to assist in keeping him relaxed, though he chuckles softly at the remark. "Maybe you should have been the vampire at Halloween..."

"I was a very lovely cat," Reeve counters, and he looked nice. "And I think, given our situation, an Incubus makes more sense."

Getting his survival from the sexual energy of another? Surely that's a better description. Isn't that the goal of the finger slowly working Rufus open? Of the second one currently joining it as Reeve's mouth wanders to he can tease at a nipple? He's not after Rufus's blood. No, an entirely different bodily fluid.

Another chuckle, followed by a shift to make himself comfortable and a raise into that mouth. Incubus might work, but cat would be just fine too; like most mammals, once they were in heat, they let you know.

With little else to do at this time, and with Reeve's chest now inaccessible for scratching, Rufus lets his hands stray to Reeve's back, brushing gently against any marks he may have left before.

Are they still good? Lovely. Still, Reeve might have a bit of a wonder at how Rufus seems to enjoy giving the scratches. He hums as Rufus drags fingers over the still sensitive skin where Rufus left red marks earlier. It is a nice sort of pain, that leaves his own body aching for more attention.

"Leave more marks," Reeve asks, in fact from his tone of voice it might well be a bit of begging. Forgive him, he doesn't get that particular itch, so to speak, scratched very often. And perhaps it has him acting a bit faster than he normally might, a third finger slipping in to really start working Rufus over.

Even the blond couldn't say where he picked up that habit, or if it was just a natural thing for him; something he never needed to be taught. At the least it's something Reeve seems to enjoy greatly, and Rufus isn't going to deny the man that pleasure, nails digging into the scratch marks he had been soothing.

The third finger earns a small gasp, an instinctive tensing of muscle, before he relaxes again and waits for the preparation to be over and the searching to begin. That part he knows can be a wonderful way to take your mind off anything.

Wherever the habit came from, Reeve can definitely appreciate it, and he definitely shudders at nails clawing into previous scratches. Pain on top of pain? In a way that's its own bliss. And it does provoke Reeve to return his lips to Rufus's, this time offering one of the more heated, hungry kisses from before. Still, for him the prep isn't over. No, instead there is definite careful prep, even now. This is meant to be good, and he's going to make sure of it.

But as anticipated, Reeve soon does switch over from working Rufus over to looking for that one spot. He'd love to hear what Rufus sounds like when someone stimulates him like this.

The return of those lips is somehow even more pleasing than the prospect of what else is going to happen. Why, he can't say, but he does know that there's something, and he's going to accept those lips with everything he has. Maybe even try to wrestle a little bit of tongue into it.

It's almost a shame to break it, but that's what Rufus does when Reeve finds what he's looking for. The other option is to bite, and it would be a shame to bruise the older man's lips; he wants more of them after all, later.

And if Reeve isn't sure about what he found, a second strike will confirm things, another moan dropping from Rufus' lips.

Didn't even need the first moan to know he found it. The feel itself is different, and he knows it well. But the sound of it draws another smile from Reeve. He's got a point of reference now, and he chuckles as he focuses on massaging that spot.

Shame he had to lose the kiss, though. On the other hand he feels like it's given his lips permission to wander, and his attention moves up Rufus's jaw again to suck instead on his earlobe.

Someone obviously liked Rufus' jaw, or it was just the easiest place to reach at this point; not that Rufus is complaining. However, he would have to admit he much prefers where those lips end up, though Reeve might have trouble telling so since Rufus was already feeling quite good with what else the man was up to.

And honestly, if Reeve was pleased by one moan, the almost continual moan that the massage he was giving would likely elate him; especially as it's obvious he's actually enjoying it, and not playing at anything.

Reeve continues sucking on Rufus's ear for a while, even though his fingers slip from the man. So yes, he does know that there is pleasure from that act as well. Somehow he wouldn't have expected Rufus to be so vocal. But it's a nice benefit. He does, though, have to abandon this attention given he's got to pull away from Rufus. Enough for him to actually get more than his fingers involved in the act of pleasing Rufus.

"You ready?"

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I hate migraines

Oh Hun! I am so sorry.