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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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Rufus moves only enough to feel like he's in a comfortable position, shuddering as he can feel the change the position brings. Reeve may just start to realize shortly that this act is a bit more stimulating for Rufus than the man's hand had been.

As for a larger plea, well he'd have to live with a small mewling sound for now and the squirm of a man wanting more.

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And who is to say that the squirming and mewling isn’t just as good? There is less of a cocky grin now, more honest desire and pleasure. If nothing else Reeve wants to know he’s done well. Is doing well. Which for right now he is certain. The sounds definitely provoke faster thrusts from him, and low moans as his own admission of how good it feels. He could definitely enjoy this pace if Rufus welcomes it.

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Welcomes it? It's always possible that the slightly louder meal the blond lets out is faked, something he learned before to please his own partners, but the nails that scratch gently again at whatever he can reach - even if he has to bring them down to the bed and scratch his sheets - will clear that thought entirely.

For any other thoughts that might be there, Rufus has shoved his past away for now in order to enjoy this, and so far Reeve certainly proves to be more than skilled. Makes it easy to enjoy.

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Easy to enjoy. Lay back and scratch at what you need and Reeve will get you there. And it's nice to see the man unrestrained. A man who is willing and happy to be there with Reeve, to feel good. He keeps his pace and for a moment regrets the particular position because he's not sure he can steal a kiss like this. What he does do, though, is grip Rufus's hips tighter. He doesn't care if he leaves bruises here. Right now he just doesn't care anymore. Except that pleasure they're both seeking.

"You sound so pretty," Reeve tells him, a bit breathless himself.

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He might normally take offense to being told he sounds pretty, it being rather condescending usually, but he accepts it for now. Especially since he's a little preoccupied with Reeve tightening his grip, the motion causing a little tightening inside him and a little more scratching at the bed.

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Reeve closes his eyes, shifting a bit more to try and find the right angle to drive Rufus wild. Again he laments the lack of ability to kiss him, but that can come later if it's needed. If it's wanted. After a moment he reaches for one of Rufus's hands, guiding it up to Reeve's own arm. He wouldn't mind that scratching happening to him.

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It may take Reeve a moment or so to find it, but as soon as he does, Rufus shudders and moans, using where Reeve places his hands to scratch even as he also arches upwards just a little to get a bit more if that.

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Perfect. And now he has a great way to reinforce that lesson from earlier, which was varying the pace. At first he set a rather predictable one, wanting Rufus to fall into the reliable nature of it. After a bit, though, he moved instead to slow down, and he knows t has to be frustrating because his body is less than pleased by the arrangement. Soon after he offered a few faster thrusts, because the lesson makes more sense when you’re actually demonstrating it all. Demonstrates as much as he can handle before settling into a quick but reliable pace. Toying with Rufus really wasn’t the end goal here.

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Toying may not be the end goal, but it must be some part of the goal if the man is going to use such variable speeds, "teaching" or not. Even if it's not, he'll earn some interesting reactions from his choices, the predictable pace naturally keeping Rufus moaning softly and scratching gently along those arms he now has as a post, and the faster thrusts earning a sound somewhere between a whine and a moan from the back of Rufus' throat.

However, it's the middle speed - the slow one - that will get a good response from Rufus, nails digging in and a hiss of Reeve's name from Rufus' lips indicating he wants something a little more than what he's being given. He'll even dig his nails in deeper for good measure, as if trying to encourage the man along.

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No encouragement needed, Reeve is happy to claim that middle ground pace to enjoy himself. The increased scratching gets him going, of course. The more scratching the faster he goes, just desperate to gain more of that. The hand that had guided Rufus’s to claw at him instead goes to grip Rufus’s length again, stroking in time with his thrusts. Is he trying to push Rufus to completion? Absolutely.

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Reeve is going to need a potion or two after this if increased scratching equals increased speed, as he will find out quickly that Rufus likes it a bit on the faster side. There's nothing wrong, of course, with a good, slow fuck, but there's always something to be said about a heated need that can only be squelched with something much faster and harder.

The hand that is brought to his length earns a small growl, followed by a small shudder that seems to indicate that Rufus is growing all too near. Yet he isn't ready just yet, seeming to want to drag it out just a moment or two longer as he scratches straight down Reeve's arms to try and get just a little bit more from the man.

If given his desire, as he fully expects, Reeve will find a very pleasant reward in low whine that quickly becomes a deeper moan as Rufus finds the edge, as well as the spasm of muscles that tighten down around the older man.

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Cure materia are worth the investment in a situation like this. The scratches do drive Reeve to greater speed, greater force. If Rufus is encouraging it, Reeve will happily fuck him harder. Just needs him to encourage it. To want it.

It’s the tightening that gets Reeve. That breaks him. A few last thrusts and Reeve comes with a moan of the younger man’s name. Damn. Good stuff here.

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He's a bit out of it, but amused that his name is being called. Yes, Reeve had basically given himself to the young president for the night, but isn't a name more personal than one night? Or is he just misinformed?

Doesn't matter for now, he's enjoying this hazy, lazy feeling for as long as he can, fingers that were scratching now instead being used to grip Reeve's arms as he feels the small surges of aftermath, and waits for a moment to let his legs drop so he can grab for Reeve and fumble for another kiss.

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Reeve is a more personal man, comes with the territory.

Kissing after, that is more personal. Reeve allows it, though. Pulls from Rufus and lays down beside him and drags him close to feed the man the kisses he wants. The kisses he apparently needs. Who knew it? He meets Rufus with the heat of earlier, happy to open his mouth to Rufus.

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He's a little less greedy right now, partly sated with what was just done, but the open mouth is inviting enough that Rufus slides his tongue in to play momentarily with Reeve's if he will allow it, before shifting to settle beside him, slowly stretching himself out with a pleased sound.

Back later. Dinner with in-laws.

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Reeve will allow it. Something tells him that this man rarely got affectionate gestures from partners. To that end he wraps an arm around Rufus to drag him closer.

“I hope I haven’t disappointed,” he says softly, a playful tone to his voice. He knows he hasn’t. He himself feels quite sated. Which isn’t to say he might not offer further attentions to Rufus before the night is out if the man asks it.

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"I haven't had a good partner since forever." Rufus responds, running a hand along one of Reeve's scratched arms gently. "Haven't had an amazing one ever."

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“You’ll have to let me know if you find one,” Reeve laughs. Can’t help it, there are two ways that can be taken. He has opted for the humorous one. “Haven’t has a partner willing to leave marks in a long while myself. Thank you.”

He won’t bother healing them right away. The sting that will come from his shirt rubbing against the marks will be a nice reminder.

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Rufus chuckles a little, probably used to people like his father, who take compliments like water; easily and as if they are necessary for life. A man who deflects is rather charming and different. Still, "You can take the compliment you know? I won't blame you.

"As to these," Rufus scratches one very gently, before shifting a bit to look at Reeve. "Most people don't like being hurt, though they may enjoy inflicting it, during sex. I got in trouble once or twice for my nails."

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“I will accept in the spirit given then,” Reeve smiles as his fingers reach to stroke Rufus’s hair. “I fear more that the quality of the partners you chose were lacking. A good lover would have found that and if they weren’t one of the many who did like pain, they would find a way. Give you something to claw at. Or another position.”

He does shiver in delight at the scratch. Strange though he may be, he likes himself. “At least you know not to accept truly lesser men now.”

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"I've only had one partner of any worth I chose." He stops scratching, instead leaning over to lick one of the wounds, before moving to straddle Reeve in a way that he can look him in the eye. "Son of one of the men my father wanted me to persuade. He tried very hard to make sure I had some fun and compassion whenever his father wasn't around.

"Which reminds me, what did Veld say she you told him about my father's side business with me?"

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By Holy, was Rufus licking his... Reeve can’t help how he shudders at the sensation of a tongue dragging over skin and the stinging burn of the scratch. It feels good, and add in a man straddling him? Geez, good thing he’s exhausted. Because if he wasn’t he might drag another kiss out of the man. As it is, he meets Rufus’s gaze.

“You deserve better than the men you’ve had,” Reeve says, and he definitely believes it. Clearly his opinion has changed. But that question makes him frown.

“We didn’t talk of it much. I told him what the list was. Veld and I are not exactly friends. Just men interested in a similar end, seeing the world to a good place again. He said he would handle it.”

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"Sounds like him." Rufus smiles a little. For as much a pain as Veld was to his plans, he respected the man and especially what he gave to him without intention. Was glad he'd foiled those plans and gave Rufus a different perspective of the world. "Hey... I have to ask... Did my father ever make a pass at you or any of the other men in the company?"

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“Now that is a way to kill a mood,” Reeve sighs. Not that he is in one. Even having a beautiful man straddling him isn’t enough after two encounters so close together. He probably wouldn’t be able to do more until after eating at the soonest.

Still, he takes the question seriously. Thinks about it and then shakes his head. “I can’t speak to other men, but he didn’t make a pass at me that I noticed. Why?”

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Rufus gives Reeve an apologetic smile, giving the man a gentle rub on the chest with his hands as if to further apologize, and listens a little before standing, handing Reeve the wet cloth sitting on the table and opening the dresser to pull an envelope out and hand it to Reeve. "Here... It's surprising it survived with me, but that's an image of my mother. I heard often from my father I got much of my looks from her.

"I'm going to go clean up and fetch dinner, it should be here by then. But, you should know at least once that bastard was interest in a male."

Probably what he said would destroy any mood left, but something earlier brought things to mind, and it seemed Reeve had earned every bit of honesty Rufus had. Not that he'll be able to comment anyway, as the blond is gone for several minutes before he bothers to pop in and let Reeve know dinner is ready, then head back towards the kitchen.