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Well, Reeve intends to facilitate here, so he worked on staying still as Rufus 'cleaned' him up. Of course it was hard to stay still when fingers brushed over his nipples, which had always been a big sensitive. There was also a clear point that got his attention on his left him, and who didn't squirm when their inner thighs had attention on them? Nothing for the feet, though, just Reeve looking down at the former-President with something like amusement.

Yes, it's teasing, especially with extra attention paid at hot spots. But it's nice to see it used right back against him.

Rufus notes the spots for later, slowly standing, brushing just against Reeve's penis as he does, smirk ever-present on his face. "Turn around. Let me get your back."

Oh boy. Reeve swallowed hard at that brief touch before turning around as directed.

"You're quite welcome to it."

He would get back to that part at some point, but for now Rufus is focusing on washing Reeve up and down, quite slowly. He still searches for any spot that might be sensitive, but knows he won't find as many. Indeed, he seems more interested in getting through with the washing, leaning to put the soap up when he is done and using his hands to wash away any suds that won't be easily washed away in their current position.

Only then does he go back to teasing, kissing Reeve's neck and stroking his back gently.

It's all a bit interesting, to stand there and let someone else wash him. It was a nice sensation, and he sighed a bit at the gentle touches as the lips moved over his neck.

"It's interesting,, how affectionate you are."

"Why?" He pauses in his kissing, though his hands don't stop stroking Reeve's back.

"Last night, you kissed like it was the first time and it was intense," Reeve shrugged. Which was nice because it affected those hands on his back. "And you are hungry for them. In a way many others I've been with haven't."

"Is that so?" Rufus slides his hands around so he is hugging Reeve, though his hands work slowly on the man's pectoral muscles, then his nipples.

"Yes," Reeve groans, his body pushing back against Rufus at the teasing of his nipples. Thorough indeed. "It's wonderful, to kiss like that. Makes me feel young."

Rufus chuckles softly at that, running his hands downward slowly to stroke along Reeve's stomach, and leaning up to kiss his ear. "I like kissing because it's personal. Because almost no one would do so.

"That's why I like it too," Reeve smiled. "Intimate."

He is panting a little, now, trying to rise up on his tip toes to get Rufus's hands further down his body. The teasing is fair.

Rufus smiles, pausing his movements when Reeve arches, and just kissing his ear softly for a good fifteen seconds or more, before finally moving just his left hand down to grasp Reeve and begin stroking him gently.

His right hand he slides back up slowly, stroking his abdomen and then further until he starts playing with Reeve's nipples alternately as he keeps his hand stroking.

"Fiend," Reeve accuses him, but there is no annoyance in his voice. This is all very stimulating and he has no issue moaning over the attention, or rocking into Rufus's hand.

Rufus just chuckles softly. He will take being called a fiend as a compliment in this situation, though he does hope to earn far more

Still stroking, his right hand moves away from his nipples after a moment, gently running it up over Reeve's shoulder and then slowly down his back.

Finally, he stops his movements altogether, long enough to make the man worry he is done, before beginning to stroke the older man at a redoubled pace and gently sliding a finger into him at the same time.

"Fuck," Reeve curses as Rufus stops, because he doesn't want to lose that attention. How could Rufus do that to him? And of course then Rufus just pushes further, and Reeve finds himself leaning against the front wall of the shower, needing it to stay standing.

"If you stop, I'm not going to mope. And maybe sleep with Reno instead."

"Rude is better." Rufus is almost daring Reeve to keep that lie up with the remark, carefully moving his finger inside Reeve, waiting for a good time to insert a second finger. "Besides, who said I was going to stop again?"

"And here I thought you hadn't had experience with them," Reeve countered, the words panted in time with Rufus's thrusting finger.

"But I'll try him instead, if it's needed."

He enjoys this banter, the fact Reeve can keep up, but he doesn't intend it to keep up far too long. That first finger is joined by a second very soon, and like Reeve, Rufus does seem to have experience on this end as well, beginning to slowly stretch the man. "Rude is good if you like your men well-hung."

"An interesting detail. You know I'm going to have to ask Reno about that now," Reeve answered, and he does it through clenched teeth because this is... this is not easy, staying still and not just thrusting back against those fingers.

Rufus laughs softly. He would love to be a fly on the wall for that conversation, especially when Reeve revealed his source. Something to ask next time they see one another.

Sadly, as much as he is enjoying this, and those gritted responses, it's time to stop. The two fingers adjust and shift as he thrusts, looking for Reeve's prostate. Time to stop the words and get some sounds.

"So, have you slept with them or not?"

It's an important enough question that he manages to get it out, just before Rufus finds what he's looking for and Reeve is left shouting in pleasure. Yes, that's a good thing to be focused on.

The question can wait. Rufus has found what he wants, and he is content to stimulate it, get some more sound from the man, maybe even see if he can bring him to climax with just his hands.

Climax with just his hands? Possible. Possibly cruel, but entirely possible. Reeve's legs were definitely shaking, his body tense and held up only by that tension in his legs.

"Rufus," he found himself saying, the word a soft plea. What for, he didn't know.

"Yes?" Even if Reeve doesn't know, Rufus will ask what he wants, a third finger joining the first two. And cruel or not, in tight quarters such as a shower, fingers may have to do. Though if Reeve begs...

A third will do. Reeve is left shaking and moaning, and soon he can't help himself, rocking into Rufus's grip to try and get more friction sooner.

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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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