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"Well then, I suppose that means I should let you up," Reeve whispers, still in Rufus's ear, before he pulls back. If Rufus wants let up, he can be let up.

Rufus does get up, but not in the way Reeve probably expects. With the man having been straddling him, and Rufus leaning against the arm of the couch, the man moving back to let Rufus up instead gives him a nice angle.

Half sitting, Rufus instead of getting up reaches a hand forward to suggestively toy with Reeve's fly, smirking at him. "We could also stay here... You lay back and... well..."

He sticks his tongue out again, but this time he licks his lips. Reeve should get the point, right?

"See," Reeve smiles, shaking his head. "Bedding someone is a state of mind, not a location."

With those lips being licked, though, he does give a small nod to assure him that it's welcome. After all, he has wanted to enjoy those lips more fully. Licks his own lips at that smile. At least he doesn't need to teach Rufus how to talk a man into this. He moves back a bit, intending to give Rufus plenty of room to get himself into a comfortable position.

He laughs a bit, but doesn't respond to those words, instead getting to his knees as he presses Reeve back a bit more, before placing his hands on his knees and pressing them open a little to lean down and repeat his earlier gesture of working the zipper down with his teeth; the man seemed to enjoy it before, after all.

"You really are good at that," Reeve smirks, reaching out to put a hand on Rufus's head. He won't pressure Rufus this time. He wants to see what the man can manage. "I might have some things to learn from you."

"It's just being careful, mostly." Rufus dismisses, reaching up to unfasten Reeve's pants and gently work him out from his underclothing so he can lick him gently, slowly, from base to head.

Reeve would have a response to that, but frankly he's quite content with just leaning back and moaning from the renewed attention. Hopefully his previous lessons on being a merciless tease find a bit of their way into this, he'd be more than happy to see what Rufus could do in 'revenge.'

Right now, Rufus has different ideas than teasing, although he may find his way to it eventually. For now, he's content in just working Reeve up with his tongue and the hand that is sliding down to play with his balls.

Indeed, if any teasing is going on, it's the fact Rufus has brought his eyes up to watch
Reeve's face as he works, his look somewhere between a man who is plotting and one who is finding his own pleasure in this act.

Plotting definitely amuses, but more than that, the pleasure of the act itself distracts Reeve. His head falls back a bit, his lips parting as he pants a bit at the attention Rufus is paying to him. Damn, the guy knows how to work another man up, doesn't he? Reeve probably has more to learn about this particular field of pleasure than he does in others.

He seems content to just stay this way for a good minute or so, before shifting to wrap his mouth around the head so as to suck and wrap it with his tongue alternately for another minute or so. That act done, Rufus draws back to blow lightly at the head before taking a slow little breath in and dipping back down to take as mhch of Reeve in as possible.

Here is where Reeve might begin to believe Rufus is going to tease, however, as the man starts a varied pace and a varied pattern; sometimes moving to take Reeve in only a little in fast movements, and other times managing to almost deep throat the man and hold himself there temporarily before coming up; the whole time not bothering to give any indication where he will be on this scale as he does it.

Reeve may indeed know how to give both sides of this pleasure, but Rufus knows how to make it one-sided enough that he won't worry whether his brat of an ex-boss is enjoying himself; his eyes, which glance up occasionally, show he will enjoy this if it drives Reeve mad.

‘If’ it drives him mad? If isn’t a useful word here. Because he’s beyond lost to Rufus’s intent to make this a special sort of intense. The further Rufus goes the more vocal Reeve becomes, though words are hardly happening. He moans and pants at the attention, a hand coming up to grip Ruffus’s Hair more for support than for any sort of control. He’s too lost in the pleasure that Rufus is inflicting to do much more than that.

This is where he would usually chuckle, enjoy the control he has just a little bit, but it would certainly be an awkward position to do so. And besides, he has other things to do than chuckle.

Drawing back fully, letting only cold air hit Reeve, Rufus gets into a position that he can lean over near the man's ear, the hand that Reeve had placed on the blondes held held in one of Rufus' as his other hand reaches to grip the other; just enough force on both to cause a small, burning pressure, but not to truly hurt.

He had listened to Reeve's little desire, and though he can't see himself causing real pain, maybe this will work? If not, perhaps the little purring sound in his voice as he speaks will? Or maybe just the words? Either way, he's hoping to get even more thrill from the man.

"Do you want me to continue, Reeve? If so, why don't you use that talkative mouth of yours to tell me how much... and please, be detailed in how if you'd like."

Why was he stopping? Did Rufus not want to do this anymore? Couldn't he use words to that end? Why was Rufus moving so close as to breathe in his ear?

"Yes, keep going," Reeve mumbles as Rufus talks, but then he's still talking. Gods why is this man like this? "Please, Rufus, I need you to keep going. Gods, man, you've got a gift. Silver tongue may not be meant to mean good with words."

Reeve knows well the why to Rufus, or has some little clue. What he may not know is just how terrible he can be, especially when given information. Or maybe he does and telling Rufus about the fact he likes pain and seemingly domination, even if not in direct words, was on purpose?

He'll find out, at least, as he licks Reeve's ear softly before nipping. "How much do you need me to continue? And do you only want my tongue?"

Domination was definitely something Reeve liked. Plays of power even more so. Perhaps the teaching had worked him up more, given it was a power imbalance. Yes there had been a bit of intention in giving some of his preferences away. And clearly it is being used against him. Good.

The nip gets a deeper, more eager moan, because yes pain helps him a bit.

“Badly. Already hard for you. You need me to beg? I’ll beg. Beg and plead for your tongue, your sinfully sweet tongue. For the heat of your mouth. For your soft lips stretched tight around me.”

Rufus hums gently as Reeve speaks, right into his ear, even while still nipping and licking, even adding in a little suckling for good measure. He even seems to accept the answer, starting to move away, but instead he grins at Reeve as he grips his wrists just a bit tighter.

"Mmm, that's pretty good, but there's something aside from begging I want." He leans in, lips near Reeve's. "Do you know what it is, Reeve?"

“No,” Reeve admits. He doesn’t know. At all. Tell him.

It is more than obvious that the man appreciates he way Rufus is holding his wrists. Even licks his lips. Yes, he could probably get away. He doesn’t want to. Quite clearly Rufus has gotten past the warm and guiding older lover and to the part of Reeve that wants told what to do.

Apparently, Reeve hasn't been paying attention, or he's being oblivious. Rufus hums again, giving Reeve a hint by leaning forward to nip his tongue when it comes out, and smiles.

Damn. Reeve shudders and groans, hips rocking up off the couch a bit.

“I was just talking,” he protests. Come on does he have to talk the whole time? How does he manage that?

"Stupid." He's amused when he speaks, leaning over to brush Reeve's lips with his own. "What else can be done with lips?"

Oh. Reeve shakes one hand loose from Rufus’s grip to instead put it behind Rufus’s head and pull him close into a kiss. Hot and demanding and definitely open for Rufus to let his tongue to play pretend with Reeve’s as a hint of what is to come.

Later he might wonder over how much Rufus seems to want to be kissed. But that is later.

He takes the invitation to let his tongue slide in, enjoying the feel as be finds Reeve's tongue and teases it for a good minute, before finally pulling back and purring softly.

He grips the wrist he still has sharply before letting it go, very slowly leaning down and shifting his body so he can lick Reeve's tip before taking him back into his mouth all the way down to the back of his throat.

"Yes," Reeve purrs after Rufus starts again, happy to fall back into the pleasure Rufus is offering. And there is so much because the back of his throat is intense. "You're good like this. Beyond good. Want to come in your mouth and kiss you after to taste it."

This time, Rufus does chuckle as he's pulling back up, glancing at Reeve before beginning a slow up and down movement that steadily increases, stopping only occasionally to take a breath or lick the tip as he catches his breath and begins again.

After a bit of this he begins to work Reeve's balls again with one hand, the other moving to scratch Reeve's stomach under his shirt.

Damn, that's a good combination of contact. Reeve trembles and throws back his head to moan. Holding back is difficult. He likes it.

"Just... More, please. Suck it, I want to feel you suck me."

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What timing! I just woke.

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Aaaand... the asshole returns. Good luck, Reeve~

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