Reeve Tuesti (
plate_builder) wrote2017-10-10 06:38 pm
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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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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?
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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.
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What timing! I just woke.
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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.
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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.
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Aaaand... the asshole returns. Good luck, Reeve~
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."
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"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."
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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?"
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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.”
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"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?"
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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.
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“I was just talking,” he protests. Come on does he have to talk the whole time? How does he manage that?
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Later he might wonder over how much Rufus seems to want to be kissed. But that is later.
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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.
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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.
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"Just... More, please. Suck it, I want to feel you suck me."
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He then leans forward to nip the head, in a way that is careful enough not to hurt, but should definitely get his attention before he goes back to deep-throating Reeve with a vengeance. Though this time the hand which had been scratching comes down to work Reeve's shaft whenever his head isn't down.
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Wow that autocorrect... should have been chocobo
I am so glad to know. I didn't know what it was.
Autocorrect creates amusement
Re: Autocorrect creates amusement
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His left what?
Hip.
Ty
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We have turned into the intimate bathing meme
A that's a thing and B we could hand wave
Only if you want to hand wave it
Re: Only if you want to hand wave it
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