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‘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."

Rufus shivers a little at the words, his pace and motions continuing for a time before he draws back to instead just slowly lick Reeve, let him feel the cool air again, nails drawing away from Reeve's skin as he focuses on this little bit of teasing.

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.

Damn that feels good. Rufus is just good at this, and Reeve adores it. Wonderful. The bit of a nip does more than Rufus can even imagine. That's a very serious pain, and a very intimate one. And Gods help him, it's almost too much. The deep-throating definitely gets him to the very edge.

"I'm... Fuck."

Sorry, he can't manage more of a warning than that. That gets him to come, and damn that is great.

He knows very well that such a move can hurt, but it's also obvious that he knows how much is okay and how much isn't. It's one of the few things he honed, because it usually left his partners quite sated and sometimes that was enough to get things over with quickly.

Something he obviously doesn't intend with Reeve, but will understand if it happens.

The warning, coupled with motions he knows, are enough at least for Rufus to pull back enough to swallow without choking, although if Reeve thinks he's just going to get a taste through a kiss, well... Rufus is a little more perverse.

Leaving his hand to work Reeve a little more, make sure he's really done, Rufus also shifts to kiss Reeve, who will quickly find the blond hasn't exactly swallowed everything.

At first Reeve seems shocked over just how the kiss is playing out. It's unlike any other kiss he's had after oral. But right now? He's beyond okay with that. Gets a hand around Rufus's waist to try and pull the man into his lap so he can kiss Rufus thoroughly, just about chasing the taste of himself in Rufus's mouth. It's weird, but he thinks he can be okay with that, because this is intense in it's own way.

Rufus allows him to pull him into sitting mostly on the man's lap, bringing his hands up to gently brush through Reeve's hair as he lets the man explore the taste of himself for as long as he pleases. Even tugs Reeve's hair just gently for good measure.

Reeve lets himself bask in the kiss until he really had no choice but to break it so he could breathe clearly. Only after he pulls away and sucks in a lungful of air does he chuckle.

"Well that was nice."

"I was a little worried you might shove me for that trick." Rufus chuckles, still playing with Reeve's hair. "Should I ask how it tasted, or just if you enjoyed yourself?"

“Shove you?” Reeve asks, pulling Rufus against him to hold the younger man in a brief embrace. After a moment he released Rufus and allowed himself a contented sigh. “I would sooner think a man should be honored to share such a prize. And this, Rufus, is where you mock me for sounding cheesy.”

"Prize sounds less cheesy and more like you had to fight to get me." Rufus looks at Reeve cooly. "I'm not a prize, though, or anything to be won. Understand?"

“Not you,” Reeve smiles, shaking his head. “The prize is the one you won, Rufus. Winning a third orgasm from an already tired man? Seems a victory to me, and what I licked from your mouth a trophy I was glad to steal back. People aren’t prizes Rufus. And they never would be to me.”

He isn’t Rufua’s father. The victories here are those they share.

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

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