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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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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!

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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.

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"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

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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.

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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."

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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.

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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?"

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"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."

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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

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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.

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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?”

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"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."

[plate_builder]

"I'm not really a leather fan, to be fair."

In fact, costumes don't tend to be his flavor at all, but what Rufus commands he will obey.

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"Could have fooled me." Rufus chuckles, considering the fact Reeve chose the collar for him to wear; although he is fairly sure Reeve means for himself, though he doesn't vocalize any if this and just waits on the man patiently for now.

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"I try not to fool people," he admits, before moving away from his younger lover. "I'll go change. You'll wait for me?"

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"Of course." Rufus chuckles, and seems content to just stay where he is. Although Reeve will find this isn't the case when he finally returns, as Rufus has brought out a few of their favorite toys, as well as some serious bindings; obviously he remembers Reeve has mentioned such things before.

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Oh yes. Those... Reeve definitely likes the look of this. All the nervousness and some of the shame of dressing up like this is is replaced with simple arousal.

"All of those?"

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Rufus raises a brow at the question, keeping the most serious of looks on his face, despite the devilish gleam in his eyes. "Perhaps not all. I do imagine sleep might become a factor, or at least rest, at some point in time... so perhaps we won't have time to use them all, but we can see how many we can get through."

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"You always were the sort for lofty ambitions. And who am I to judge," Reeve admits with a roll of his shoudlers before moving to sit on the edge of the bed. "Don't let me hold you back. Please. I'm yours to do with as you wish."

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Rufus just smiles at Reeve, moving over to the bed to lean in and kiss him, chuckling softly as he pulls back. "You enjoy such lofty goals as this, and don't deny it. Now..."

He draws back slowly, stroking Reeve's cheek. "Anything else we should discuss before I see about fulfilling some of your fantasies?"

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"Reno's name is my safe word?" Reeve suggests, leaning into the touch at his cheek. "And I definitely have your goals in mind."

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"I beleive that was the decision, yes." Rufus moves to start sifting through the items he brought, seeming to take his time deciding on something, before he grabs up a pair of cuffs designed not to chafe. "Let's start simply, shall we? Put your hands behind your back, Reeve."

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Oh, it may be simple but Reeve licks his lips as he considers the cuffs. He swallows hard as he turns around, putting his hands behind his back for Rufus.

"Simple is good. The classics never disappoint."

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"It also gives you a chance to run." Rufus teases as he fastens the cuffs securely around Reeve's wrists, before sliding on the bed behind him and leaning over to nip lightly at one of the man's ear.

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Who would run? Reeve moans and shivers at the drag of teeth, squirming next to Rufus. 

“I’d much rather be pinned.”