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[plate_builder]

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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[afterlaborday]

Rufus settles on a chair arm, sliding his shoes off while smiling at Reeve, and tilting his head at the bag.

"You wanted me to be in complete charge of you once before, didn't you? In that bag are some... suiting pieces of clothing for a slave, or pretty much anything else we can think of."

[plate_builder]

Wait... What? He stares at Rufus and he frowns.

"I thought this wasn't something you wanted to try?"

And the problem is, he's also a bit turned on.

[afterlaborday]

"I changed my mind." Is the simple response, even as he stands, now bare-footed as he crosses his arms loosely. "Although if you need a more detailed explanation... well, what do you know about the Remnants?"

[plate_builder]

Any explanation that involves the remnants might just make this worse. So instead he moves to Rufus and pulls the man into his, well, arm. He's still holding the bag.

"If this is what you want, if it's what you need, I am happy to help you work through things."

[afterlaborday]

Rufus smiles, draping his arms around Reeve's neck and chuckles softly. "Don't worry, Reeve, I'm not going to hurt you beyond what you enjoy. Nor am I going off the deep end."

[plate_builder]

"I don't think you'd manage to get me into a place to consider a safeword," Reeve grins.

[afterlaborday]

"We'll see." His tone is sing-sing almost, even as he leans up to kiss Reeve before pulling back. "Still, think of one you like while you go see if you like any of what I've bought..."

[plate_builder]

"Reno," Reeve suggests. Come on, what could kill a mood more?

He smirks as he moves away then, heading for the bed to put down the bag and see what is there.

[afterlaborday]

Rufus chuckles softly, as the same word had come to mind, though he had decided it best not to say anything and actually potentially ruin the mood.

With Reeve seeming fine, having said it himself, Rufus moves over to slide his arms around the other man and watch as he finds a variety of clothing, male and female, obviously meant to entice and match any kink Reeve might want to try.

And off to one side of the bag he will even find leashes, collars, and a few instruments obviously meant for pain.

"I promise, Reno did not add the maid's outfit, by the way."

[plate_builder]

"He'd enjoy buying it too much," Reeve chuckles. He doesn't want to know where any of this came from, actually. He considers the clothes, sorting through them such. Raises an eyebrow, even, at the lacy panties and similar things. Who even thought to buy those? At last he smirks and fetches out said instruments and after a moment pulls out a collar too.

"This would look beautiful against your neck."

[afterlaborday]

Rufus figures that Reeve could figure out the buyer through process of elimination if so inclined. After all, Reno would not be allowed to buy such things for Rufus, Elena would freak out, and even Tseng had a limit of comfort when it came to his boss... which left a single Turk, who also just happened to know places which sold what Rufus wanted and had been helping frequently for the last few years.

Not that such things mattered right now, since Rufus was raising a brow at the offer of a collar, before chuckling. "Oh...? Think I am going to wear these things? Not that I mind, but..."

[plate_builder]

"Oh, I don't intend you to wear anything else in this bag. You're not the maid uniform type. But this would be beautiful. You're welcome to deny it."

Like he's going to put in the effort to eliminate parties when his blood is already running so hot, he desire so deep.

[afterlaborday]

"Mmm..." Rufus takes the collar, running his fingers over it gently. "So, you just want to see me in a little leather...?"

[plate_builder]

Frankly, he would be just as happy with lace. All he cares about is highlighting that beautiful neck. And. maybe he's a touch possessive. A touch MASSIVELY possessive.

"I just want to see something at your neck. Your turtlenecks hide its beauty to much."

Just still too many fing layers!

[afterlaborday]

Rufus just laughs a bit, leaning over to kiss Reeve, before settling onto the bed and smirking as he undoes a button on one of his two shirts. "I haven't worn a turtleneck in a while, Reeve..."

But the layers look good on him.

[plate_builder]

"Perhaps," Reeve agrees. "Perhaps I just think of you in them. And only in one. Nice and long and covering everything with a hint of promise."

What? He might spend a bit of time fantasizing about Rufus lately.

Hell to cosplay in summer

[afterlaborday]

Rufus raises a brow, as if he is questioning what Reeve is saying, but that smirk playing on his lips shows he can make his own guesses about Reeve's thoughts; though he won't stop any elaboration his lover wants to give.

In the meantime, he is carefully unfastening the collar and moving to fasten it to his neck, running his now-cured hand over the leather as he finishes, and just watching Reeve.

[plate_builder]

Oh yes, he looks GOOD like that. Reeve licks his lips and leans forward to kiss Rufus for a moment, his fingers coming up to tease at his neck.

"Yeah, this looks good."

[afterlaborday]

Rufus allows the kiss for just a moment, enjoying the contact and warmth of it, before reaching up to grab at the hand teasing his neck, allowing a slow, cold grin to creep to his lips.

"Reeve..."

He lets the word trail, as if to push Reeve into asking what the blond wants.

[plate_builder]

Oh and how easily he is pushed to it. He keeps smiling at that cold grin, not bothered by it.

"What, you have something to say?"

[afterlaborday]

"Didn't you want me to be in charge of this?" He moves to gently press Reeve towards the bag he brought, from which the collar came. "So, how about we make my first order that you go and get dressed... I want to see what you look like in whatever you choose."

[plate_builder]

Yes, yes he most definitely did. He smiles at Rufus taking charge, and then his eyes go a bit wide as he looks to the bag.

"I'm supposed to..."

Oh dear. He hadn't been expecting to wear anything himself. That... will take some thought.

"You have no preferences?"

Well, had the surgery - recovering well

[afterlaborday]

Rufus smirks at the dumb-founded look, letting his eyes speak the obvious question, you expected me to be the only one using the contents of the bag?, though he still speaks, that low purr he knows Reeve enjoys tinging every word.

"Don't disappoint me, Reeve, or I might have to punish you, and you wouldn't want that," A pause, and a flash of teeth as he leans back on the bed and tilts his head so his collared neck is exposed. "Would you?"

i Am very glad to hear that.

[plate_builder]

Yes. Badly. But punishment here may imply a lack of the same. Which he will not risk. So he digs into the bag to try and find something. What he comes up with turns out to be pale white stockings and frilly underwear.

“I’m not sure about the frills, but the stockings might work?”

[afterlaborday]

"I'm leaving this part up to you, Reeve." Rufus chuckles. "But I did bring more than just lace, if feminine clothing doesn't suit you. There is more leather than just the collar you found for me in there."