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"Mmm." It seems to be an acknowledgment to Reeve's preference, even as Rufus stands to go find somewhere to throw away the used garment for the moment, returning after a short time to climb on the bed and straddle Reeve. "Now..."

The blond smiles, and stops talking, leaning to give Reeve another little kiss before he begins to just gently move his hands over the man's chest. Let him rest a moment seems to be the idea Rufus has, while also keeping up some skin-to-skin contact.

He'll only start to touch elsewhere after a minute or two of this, scratching gently at Reeve's pectorals, down to his abdomen, then up his side; making sure to put enough force the other man can feel it without it tickling, but not enough to leave much of a mark.

It's a frustrating level of contact, actually. One that drives Reeve right up the wall. His body yearns to buck up against each scratch and press of skin against his own. In fact, the way he squirms speaks to how had it is for him to not do just that. But there is a concern, perhaps a fair one, that were he to react in such a manner, he'd lose the attention entirely.

At the same time, his body half wanted to pull away, still so very sensitive from his recent orgasm.

"You're beautiful like this," he can't help but say. Rufus, just taking charge is perhaps the best thing ever.

"Hm? Like what?" The squirming is rather nice, and maybe because he knows what is bringing it about, those soft, annoying touches continue for a time longer.

When they do stop, even as Reeve is probably giving either an answer or no response, the younger man scratches roughly down Reeve's side, making sure to leave red marks.

"Commanding," Reeve answers, and he fasps as he does so, because one touch just presses perfectly against a sensitive spot.

But then the scratch comes, and he's yelping, because what a sensation.

"Rufus!" he calls out, mostly because it feels so good.

Rufus grins at Reeve with a look of 'yes?' at the call of his name, so intent on Reeve he noticed that little gasp before his nails scratched the older man, and is quickly looking for the spot that brought it about.

He isn't going to bother with a response. He's been given permission to be a little bit of an asshole tonight and he is going to enjoy every moment of it.

He really is a good asshole, in the best way, and Reeve loves it. The abuse of his body, and the reminder that Rufus was doing this for him, it was amazing and he was already hardening again. He hadn't managed this much in so little time in a very long time. But he moves to make sure that the scratch near his ribs would occur again.

"More, please. Fuck, Rufus, you've got to do that again."

"I'm looking for it, dear." It's a teasing tone he uses on the last word, shifting his body so he can straddle Reeve in a way to make it hard for him to squirm, still hunting along his ribs for the spot Reeve liked. The movement even allows another remark, voice purring as he talks. "Mmm... well, I feel things are rising again. Excited?"

Rising for whom? Reeve definitely likes the way his body is getting back into it, but maybe Rufus means he should be excited because he's finally going to feel his younger lover.

Maybe. But he hums and tries to press back against Rufus, which is futile given the other man's weight on him in a way that precluded answers of leverage.

"Yes. So yes," he agrees, shivering as Rufus fingers found that same spot on his ribs again.

Rufus strokes that spot for a few moments when he finds it, before scratching along it with a chuckle. Reeve was truly enjoying this, and he couldn't help but wonder how much was because it had been too long since they had seen each other and how much the domination his younger lover was giving him.

It was something he would have to try and remember to ask later.

Another scratch to Reeve's ribs ends that part of the game, though he would certainly remember the location for later, as Rufus shifts up Reeve's body just a fraction more; enough he can reach back and find his penis, stroking it softly.

"So, you have three choices about how this will go. One, I can stroke you all the way there again, which seems a little boring. Two, I can get myself situated and ride you for as long as you can last, or three, I get off you and give you a bit of help with my mouth. Which sounds best to you, Mr. Tuesti?"

Chances were, it was a nearly fifty-fifty thing. It had been too long since he had seen Rufus. The way he had been cut off so thoroughly from his sponsor and lover had been frustrating and worrying. And his desire to surrender was always there in the back of his mind.

The question, though, earns a very quiet groan from Reeve. He didn't want to have to make decisions right now. Not that he wouldn't. There was only one that left Rufus in enough control to satisfy him.

"Fuck me, please."

Whether he wanted to make decisions or not, Rufus was certainly going to give him options, if only to drive the older man more wild; and perhaps to satiate his own darker side just a fraction by watching, and listening, to the frustration he could bring from him.

A smile greets the choice, and Rufus leans over to give Reeve just the slightest of kisses before moving to get everything prepared. He's even kind enough not to torment the dark-haired man even further by being slow about things, though once he does shift to position himself properly he is forced to do so to make sure no one gets hurt on accident.

Still, it does mean that soon enough Rufus is smirking a little at Reeve as he starts to lower himself onto him.

“Fuck,” Reeve groans, whole body shaking as he tries to hold himself still for Rufus. “Mister President, please. You need to do this for me.”

"Just relax, Mr. Teusti," Rufus purrs softly, still for a moment after fully seating himself on Reeve, face showing he's quite content to be in this position once more. "If we rush, no one will have any fun, hm?"

This said, Rufus scratches Reeve's bare chest hard enough to leave red marks for a good while, before he begins a very slow, somewhat teasing, up and down movement intended to get them both situated to one another again after the long absence.

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Too long an absence. An absence that had left his heart fonder and his body hungry. Good thing both were behind satisfied now. He moans, almost arching right up off the bed with the scratching, even as his legs worked to find purchase so he could thrust up against Rufus more.

As soon as Reeve finds that purchase, he'll hear the pleased little sound Rufus tends to make during sex and be rewarded with another gentle scratch as his younger lover begins to move just a little faster.

"Shit," Reeve moans, hips rocking to try and meet that movement.

"Harder. Please, Rufus, I don't need to be able to walk tomorrow."

"Nnnm..." The sound is pleased, emitted as Rufus stops on one of his descents, carefully tightening his sphincter muscles for just a moment to give Reeve a little thrill, before responding with a low purr. "If you insist..."

The words are followed by a small shift, the blond seeming to straighten himself just a fraction as his hands move to grip Reeve's shoulders tightly and begin a more ferocious rocking movement than he has done in the past.

And if there were any concern, even momentarily able to pass into Reeve's mind about whether Rufus could possibly be comfortable at this speed, they would quickly be allayed by the shuddering in the youth's body and the low growl of pleasure that passes his lips upon the third or fourth thrust.

If he insists? Oh, he insists. And his voice rises, shouting more because it felt so good. The Turks... were so going to be teasing him about this later. He doesn't care.

"So beautiful," he moans. "Fuck, baby, you're..."

There's no real words to be said after that. He's too busy closing his eyes and wishing he could grip at Rufus, to better pleasure himself. But yeah, he has to just keep doing what he's doing.

If by Turks, Reeve meant Reno, he was probably correct. The other three had some sense not to go making remarks about their Boss' love life. Reno was just a special case in that he couldn't help but poke at people to see their reactions.

Not that it mattered right now, or even for the remainder of the night. Right now, it was merely time for Rufus and Reeve to enjoy themselves and the company of one another in whatever way they so desired.

Rufus himself had every intention of making sure they enjoyed every moment of it, continuing his movements and trying to find a position that seems to please both himself and his partner immensely; which includes nails gripping into the broad shoulders beneath him as Rufus continues his ride.

It's too good. It feels too good. His body is already worked up from so many stimuli, so much pleasure. And he can't even TOUCH the guy. Dammit.

And then it's over. It's just over.

"Rufus," he whines as he comes, his whole body shaking.

Rufus hears and feels the end of what Reeve can take, though he doesn't stop immediately; moving one or two more times to not only make sure the other man is really done, but to bring himself to a climax as well.

Though if Reeve needs more than a second of rest, he won't get it. As soon as Rufus comes down just a fraction from the wonderful feelings, he leans over to kiss Reeve quite deeply.

"That felt good.ç

Who was Rufus to say that the kiss was anything but restful? Sure, it's deep and consuming, but he's still happy to surrender to it.

"Yeah," Reeve agrees, breathless when the kiss is done. "Rufus, I... I think I might love you."

Rufus smiles as the kiss finishes, chuckling at Reeve's words. "I thought we already knew that? Or, have you fallen back in love?"

"Over and over, with a damn imp," Reeve agrees, and his hands tug at the restraints.

They get nowhere. He loves it.

Rufus laughs softly at the remark, moving to shift off of Reeve. "I would hope I'm better looking than an imp! Still, I love you as well, even if you are an old man. With very good stamina."

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