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Rufus moans Reeve's name softly, trying to urge him to kiss more by pressing at his head gently, though he does stop pushing when Reeve finds a much better position, encouraging instead for the man to move just a little faster by saying his name once more.

Well, he's going to get Reeve chuckling again against his lips and still pressing slowly until he's fully sheathed. Great. Wonderful. There, hot and connected.

"Hey," he whispers against Rufus's lips. "You look beautiful like this."

Rufus makes a pleased sound, massaging Reeve's neck gently with his fingers, making sure he has his arms wrapped around the man's neck well enough he can pull him down for another kiss as he massages before he speaks.

"You say that every time." He grins gently. "I like it."

"You are stunning," Reeve assures him between kisses. "And you deserve to hear it as much as possible."

Not that his appearance is all that Reeve wants from him. He is happy to start moving. His hands settle on Rufus's hips to get a better grip before he starts slowly move.

Rufus already knows Reeve is less affected by his appearance than others, at least in the sense that even if there were some attraction in the past that was purely physical, logic kept the man away. Yet now...

Well, now Reeve seemed to have trouble keeping his hands off Rufus, and he is more than happy with that outcome.

The slow movement elicits a moan and small arch of the hips.

"Does this please you?" he asks as he takes one of Rufus's hands and laces their fingers together. It's not about the attractiveness, it's not how stunning he is, it's not even the sex. It's Rufus. It's his lover, and that's the value here. "Having me wrapped around your little finger?"

All the while he keeps moving, the slow and steady roll of hips to keep him anchored in the sex.

Did he really have Reeve wrapped around his little finger? It was very debateable, but not important. His own fingers clasp around Reeve's, his voice dropping to a deep moan as he replies.

"Very much so."

They have their own sort of passion, and this is it. He raises Rufus's hand over his head and pins it there, squeezes his fingers before kissing him once more. Only then does he finally give all of his energy over a more vigorous thrusting. Shifts his own legs to find better leverage.

"Wrap your legs around me."

A truly odd couple, and yet somehow it worked. Some would think, based on what each man showed, that it was purely carnal, maybe the thrill of the two minds clashing if anything more beyond such base desires. They wouldn't realize that life's puzzle had moldable pieces that had put two people together who were good for one another in many ways.

That the carnal worked well was just a nice bonus.

A very nice bonus.

Rufus has no hesitation in listening to Reeve, his legs wrapping around the other man. "Like this?"

"Yeah," Reeve agreed, because it was good. Strong and useful. Means he can get his other hand on Rufus's shaft to stroke him. Doesn't even have to hold Rufus up like this. See, works for them.

"Strong legs. Pretty admirable."

Rufus doesn't respond this time, shuddering and moaning at the extra attention, and reaching up to scratch softly at Reeve's chest to make sure both of them get as much pleasure from this as possible.

Reeve hisses in pleasure at the scratches, eyes fluttering closed at the joy of it. Of course he can't just stay slow and deliberate like this. Each thrust picks up the pace, and Reeve groans as he leans over Rufus some. Best way to make up after a debate, wasn't it?

"Going to stop making noises? What a shame."

Rufus chuckles lowly, moaning at the faster pace and arching just slightly each time Reeve pulls out so that he can drop back down a little at the inward motions; further proving that he has strong legs, yet still giving no verbal response.

"Damn you are difficult," Reeve laughs as the fingers entwined with Rufus's squeezes. His other hand keeps stroking Rufus as he gives it more force, more speed. This is amazing, and he doesn't think he could ever do something that wasn't as good as this.

"Love you," he whispers. "I love you, Rufus."

He isn't trying to be difficult at this time, just enjoying Reeve's administrations. The greater force and speed earn a deep groan, and the return of the squeezing fingers.

Squeezing fingers are always good. If he hadn't worn himself out with Rufus earlier he could probably last longer. As it was, he soon found his pace less regular, the last few hard thrusts before coming, with Rufus's name on his lips.

Rufus moans deeply, even at the less regular thrusting, or maybe because of it, feeling the heat as Reeve gets closer and jerking with a deep moan as the man'a release brings him to his own.

Well there they are again, Reeve unable to help the pleased chuckle as he can't help but collapse on Rufus.

"I don't know how you manage it, but you make me feel young, Rufus. I wish I could take you out for dinner sometime."

Rufus makes a pleased sound, shifting enough he isn't crushed when Reeve lays on top of him, and letting off his own chuckle. "You keep telling me you aren't olrd. Have you changed your mind?"

"There's a difference between not being old, and feeling young," he laughs as he finally pulls himself form Rufus and moves to lay next to him. Almost immediately he'd curling against his lover's body.

"I'm middle aged and I know that. I'm referring to how you make me feel a bit like how I was in college. I haven't had a hunger for a man like this since then."

"Are you saying you feel old when you're not busy ravaging me?" Reeve won't get a great deal of space to curl, the blond busy shifting to partly drape over him, reversing who is crushing who. "Because I would have trouble believing such a thing.ç

"Older than I feel when I am busy ravaging you," he smirked. Stop twisting his words, Rufus. He's being quite plain here.

He doesn't have a problem with being the one pinned, though. The comfort of Rufus's weight is important to him. Especially with the darker conversation that had preceded this. Rufus, going after Jenova. He can't approve, but he can't act against it either.

Rufus likes twisting words, especially with Reeve. Aside from Tseng, he is the only person Rufus knows who puts up with it and can logically respond. And by this time, it's become a sort of flirtation, at least on Rufus' part.

"Well... glad to know I'm useful." The grin on his face indicates he is joking, even as he leans down to kiss Reeve softly.

"You're the sun in my skies," he whispers after the kiss ends.

It's honest. It's deep and it's honest and it's not twisting words for Reeve. It's an admission he's been avoiding. But right now, with the foolishness that Rufus is going to go through with? He had to say it.

His arm wraps around Rufus's middle and pulls him close.

"I love you," he says into Rufus's hair.

What a corny line. It makes Rufus laugh a little, and he lets Reeve pull him down close, the laugh disappearing when he hears, even as quietly as it's said, what the older man says, and stills.

If there is one thing Rufus can become awkward over, it's words like this... he is loyal so far as relationships go, because he wants the same from who he is with, and he does like Reeve quite some bit - wouldn't be as near as honest as he has been on personal issues if he didn't, even with wanting to earn the man's trust - but love? Is he even actually capable of it? And does Reeve expect a response?

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Sorry I am slow... been sick and also addicted to games

That makes sense hun

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