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Is it defeating the point? Reeve doesn't really think Rufus is going to make anything easy, does he? Touching the man, after neither had felt each other's touch in quite some time, will bring Reeve close so much faster than the man just using his hands, which means getting to something even more entertaining for the both of them.

Although that question is certaainly entertaining as well, and causes Rufus to scratch his nails down where he was just playing. "Capable of what, exactly, Reeve...?"

Like anything is ever easy with them together. Ever has been easy. Just getting to the together had been a pain and a half. And he just has to take the pain that is coming in how SLOW this is in stride.

"Waiting that long for your own pleasure."

It wasn't like the 'together' was intended, or really even imagined. There were times, even still, that Rufus wanted to let any one of Reeve's former travelling companions know, just to see the look on their faces; and who woule believe it.

He knew better than to do so, however, and for multiple reasons. Didn't stop him thinking it, though.

Reeve's answer is also difficult, and Rufus has to try and hold a laugh back, happy he has been trained to hide things, even as a familiar smirk crawls to his face.

"I spent four years in Turk custody, Reeve. I am very adept at waiting..."

“Doesn’t mean you can wait for this.”

Please don’t tell his ‘friends’ Rufus. They wouldn’t know how to take the news. He would be demoted back to Shinra Spy in their eyes. Rather than the man doing everything he could to atone for his role in the world’s state.

Rufus has no intent to tell anyone who need not know. He likes keeping this relationship, just as much as Reeve does, and doesn't need any further trouble than he knows he will be getting from the remnants of AVALANCHE. No, he will keep it to them and the Turks to know. The others can just remain in the dark.

It's too bad for Reeve that he seems to underestimate the younger man so often, however, as Rufus has no intention to move things any faster than he is right now. There's a pleasure in waiting for the blond, as well as a pleasure in driving this particular partner mad.

It's why his fingers are now sliding down to stroke along Reeve's hips, darting teasingly into the straps of the panties and shifting them as if he might remove them, before instead drawing his hands all the way back up - very, very slowly - to Reeve's neck and dancing his nails along it just light enough he may not even be using them at all.

Teasing, what a thing to do. Of course that was very much their style, a slow escalation of teasing. But how could he be so rude as that? So close to the purpose, and then the hand sliding up his skin.

"You're doing to kill me like this. I haven't had to be this patient for you in so long."

"Are you that weak to me, Reeve?" Rufus draws his hands down Reeve's back slowly, jingling the chain of the cuffs almost tauntingly. "That you can't wait patiently because we have been apart so long? Or are you just that anxious for me dominate you?"

"Yes," Reeve hisses out. Because the fact is that it's both things. He is that weak. He is that desperate. He is that anxious.

He hasn't been well and truly dominated in so long, and it has his heart pounding, bus blood boiling. He wants it worse than he can even say. His voice almost shakes with it, and his body had definitely started to shake at the sound of the cuffs.

He really shouldn't find it such, but somehow that response makes this whole thing quite delightful, and Rufus decides to enjoy it for just a moment more, using just a bit of his nails on Reeve's lower back almost idly.

Yet it is only momentary, his hand withdrawing to grab Reeve's wrist almost bruisingly and begin to cuff it.

There is absolutely no movement by Reeve to resist Rufus. He doesn't pull away from the scratch ~~why would he when they both knew he loved that sort of thing~~, and he actively leaned IN to the rough grip, biting his lip to keep from moaning. It hurt in just the right way.

Reeve will find that Rufus knows what he is doing, the blond grabbing and securing the other man's second hand just tightly enough that he'll feel a definite pressure, a little pain perhaps, but not enough that there will be any lasting marks.

His job done, Rufus places a gently kiss to Reeve's neck before standing from the bed and moving to the bag he brought for them, sifting through.

"Let's see... I don't want to scratch you to death, so what should I use to inflict enough pain to get you off...?"

Somehow, Reeve isn't surprised. A man half raised by the Turks? Of course he knows how to properly restrain someone. But it's good, good enough that Reeve heaves a deep sigh of relief. He's relaxed from that simple act, in a way he hasn't been in a very long time. It's almost like he's going to melt. But then Rufus is saying such lovely words and instead of relaxed, he's undeniably aroused.

"I have a pet cat. I can handle getting scratched to death."

"Maybe so," Rufus agrees, standing slowly. "Though my nails are quite different than a cat, and you know it. Still, I was thinking, how about we use something tried and true, and fitting to our current conversation."

The whole time he is speaking, Rufus has also been moving towards
Reeve, hand behind his back. Stopping, and timing his words, he brings up a cat o' nine tails as he finishes speaking, using it to tilt Reeve's chin up and let the straps of leather tickle whatever skin they reach.

Well holy fuck. Never had one of those before. Never. And Reeve can't help but lick his lips in anticipation.

"Now that's a cat of a different stroke altogether. Introduce me to your pet?"

Rufus chuckles softly, leaning over to kiss Reeve for a moment before moving back, readjusting the cat o nine tails so that when he finally uses it, sending the first lash over Reeve's chest with just enough power to sting, there's little doubt he has used it before.

"Like this, Mr. Tuesti? Or, would you like to get to know him a little more strongly?"

Damn, where did Rufus get that experience from? Not that he cares. It felt so good. Very good. Come on, again.

"Stronger," Reeve moans, shivering. The sting has his blood boiling.

There was a lot Rufus had learned that Reeve certainly did not wish to know about how, though he couldn't say he wasn't appreciative for the skill now, watching the change in expression and anxious to see what more he would get.

Which means there is not much hesitation between Reeve's response, and the next lash, which is brought down a little more harshly, though still obviously not as strong as he could be, raising a questioning brow to see if he needs to add more power.

Reeve bites his lip as he takes the blow, and then lets out the gasp of pleasure. The sting is divine and he shivers, moving a little toward Rufus.

"Like that, babe. Just don't stop doing that. Please."

Rufus doesn't hold back an amused chuckle as he brings another lash down, shifting his wrist to make sure it hits another spot, the apparent aim as he slowly sets a pace to rarely hit the same place twice.

Damn that's the best thing. The way the lash strikes his back, sending a sting of pain through his body, leaving the heat searing into his skin, making him flinch forward a step. All so good.

"Another, please. Please, master, another."

Oops. He's terrible.

Reeve may have intended it as terrible, perhaps a bit sexy, but the phrase causes Rufus to stop the lashing, a small sound that Reeve will recognize coming from the blond, before a laugh erupts and Rufus runs the tails of the whip along the wounds he has left so far.

"Now, Reeve, you should know "Master" isn't what I want to hear or be called..." He reaches his hand over to drag his nails through dark hair, before grasping gently. "You know I love hearing my name, or barring that, President. Got it?"

On his final words, Rufus tugs Reeve's hair sharply and digs the whip into one of the wounds he has been running it across.

No, laughter earns a wince. Oh dear, he's made a mistake. But then Rufus is giving him something else to focus on. Nails in his hair and fingers curled in his hair, fuck, that's good. And he moans at the pain, unable to help himself from shying away a little even when he likes the pleasure of it.

"Yes, Mister President."

Rufus tugs at the hair enough to access Reeve's neck, kissing it softly before shifting to send another quick lash onto the older man. "Good... now, shall we continue in earnest?"

Reeve bites back confirmation because the sting of pleasure is back, his back already aching from the strikes. And damn the sound so impossibly loud. Something told him Rufus's protectors had to know what they were up to right now.

In a way, that was almost a turn on.

For sure, Tseng had an idea what they were up to, since the man had been given the unfortunate duty of gathering toys for Rufus more than once; Reno could not be trusted with such a thing, after all. Yet the others? Excepting perhaps Elena, by now they probably had a very good idea, and likely were taking turns 'guarding' the former-president while the rest went out for "air."

Not that Rufus cared, or even found it anything but normal. Too many years under watchful eyes did that to a man, although he would be the first to harass Reno should he make any of his usual remarks.

Thankfully for Reeve, right now was not one of those situations, and aside from whatever part of Rufus always remained aware of his surroundings, every bit of the blond's focus was on the man in front of him: reading Reeve's face, his movements, any little sounds he made and using it to his own advantage.

Which lead to three slightly harsher stings against the architect's back before the pressure which Reeve had deemed good was re-applied for a moment, then lessened for three lashes and brought back. Blue eyes would keep watch, this little up and down assault continuing, determining if it was better than the steady pace of before.

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Jeez... What a mess over here haha

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Cosplay will kill me

Will it? Why?

Another detail whenever I look lol

Oh hun

I WILL get my goals done lol

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