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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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"Cloud could beat them up. Tifa could beat them up. Denzel could look upset. Marlene could pout and tell Barret," Reeve lists off.

He's actually put some thought into the suggestion. Sure, only a few minutes, but thought was given.

"You could take the Cait unit I'm lending you to watch."

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"Really, Reeve?" Rufus sounds somewhere between exasperated and amused. "Do you want your comrades to beat up my precious Turks?"

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"One way or another they get one hell of a work-out," Reeve grins. He doesn't think Tifa would strike Reno, unless he was too forward. She was used to ignoring people's advances, so it would be fine. He hoped.

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"Terrible." Rufus chuckles softly, shaking his head just slightly. "I think it might be best to avoid that particular workout, for now."

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"If you believe so, I'm in no place to argue with your conclusions," Reeve smiled, pulling his lover tight against him. "And as much as I hate it... it's probably time for me to clean up a bit. Care to join me? For efficient use of hot water's sake. I don't think I have another in me right now."

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"I think I'll stay here. If you come out without a shirt, I'll even give you a nice view to remember on your trip if you do." Rufus grins as he speaks, stretching just a little as if to suggest exactly what he means.

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"Now that definitely motivates me to move," he offered with a chuckle and a light kiss to Rufus's hair. "But don't feel compelled to give me too much of one."

With that he gets up and heads off for his shower. It isn't even all that long of a shower. When he isn't entertaining Rufus he proves to be a rather efficient man. Which means he's soon returning to the room, clad in a towel, and clearly intent on clothing.

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Rufus has at least seemed to have gotten up, laying out what he thinks Reeve intends to wear and laying it out for him, although he's also taken one of the man's shirts for himself and has settled back into the bed in such a way Reeve won't dirty see much more than that slightly unbuttoned shirt... let Reeve determine if he is wearing anything else under the sheets.

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He's heard people discuss before how good a woman looks wearing her boyfriend's white button-ups. And only that. Reeve's never seen a man he was involved with like that, and now that he has...

Reeve has actually frozen on the spot, his mouth going dry. What? That...

"Wow," he whispers to himself.

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"Too bad you're all worn out," Rufus grins, leaning just enough onto the bed that Reeve can look at the sheets to see if he is truly nude aside from the shirt, or just get a better look at his chest. "Else I think you would jump me again."

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"You only think that?" Reeve counters, licking his lips. He shouldn't. He should not waste the shower he just had. And yet as he crosses the room he drops the towel behind him, and yes, he's clearly aroused.

"Damn you, Rufus, are you ever satisfied?"

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"Oh?" Rufus chuckles lowly, eyes watching that towel fall and purring as he speaks. "Do I make your clothes look so good you can't even get into your own? Or, is the intent to get into them instead?"

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"You're just... the worst and the best," Reeve says as he approaches. He pauses by the bed to gather his clothes and toss them to the nearby chair. Then he's on the bed, crawling toward Rufus.

"Are you trying to seduce me? Again?"

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"Possibly." Rufus chuckles, reaching out to scratch Reeve's chest gently withhis nails. "But if you don't have time for a full round, I can always just give you a quick blow job."

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Time. Is there ever time?

"I think I'd like to end up on my back, letting you do whatever you want to me. In that shirt. Don't take it off. It's like I've got you wrapped up in my arms."

This is foolish. But he'll do it anyway.

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"Then lie down." Rufus purrs, finally coming out from under the sheet to show that all he is wearing is, indeed, Reeve's shirt. "Or would it be better to push you down?"

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"I'm good enough not to need more than the promise of your body," Reeve purrs, stretching his own body out on the bed. He's naked and already showing his arousal from the sight.

"I should leave you more of my clothes."

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"Blue isn't my color, usually." Rufus chuckles as he leans over to kiss Reeve gently, straddling him.

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"It brings out your eyes," Reeve counters, hands sliding over his lover's hips. "And a bit of color makes your skin look a bit more gold."

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"Flirt." Rufus shifts to kiss Reeve's neck gently, following it by kissing over to his collar bone and then even more gently, slowly downwards. Let's see how long those hands remain on his hips with him teasing like this.

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"At least I'm upgraded from tease."

Oh dear, this has turned into a game quickly, hasn't it? Because Reeve is about shuddering now, shivering in the face of the attention. Rufus earns small hisses of annoyance at how light the kisses are, no marks being left, no bites or sucking or anything. Clearly the young man wants him to break, and he refuses.

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"Only because I'm taking on 'tease." He chuckles, grazing his teeth lightly on Reeve's flesh, before kissing lower, stopping just before reaching the end of his abdomen, waiting for a long moment before beginning to kiss back upwards.

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Well, he's clearly learned from a good teacher, because Reeve about curses when those lips start back up his body.

"Didn't think you wanted to be a student of this style."

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Rufus hmms softly as he kisses the middle of Reeve's chest, before licking just a little. "Well... if I don't tease you sometimes, won't you grow bored?"

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"I would," Reeve agrees, smiling up at his lover, fingers coming up to stroke over his cheek. Damn the man is pretty, and Reeve wishes he had that for himself.

Oh wait, he does.