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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."

"You're far better looking than an imp," Reeve agrees with a light laugh. "And I'm not old. I'm in my prime."

"Are you sure?" He purrs this out almost, finally getting off the bed slowly and stretching languidly, glancing to Reeve. "I'll get the key to those cuffs. No good you being in them all night."

"You definitely feel like the prime I missed," Reeve shrugs, but he's smiling. Fondly. This man is amazing.

"After, you'll stay at my side, right?"

"Flatter." He speaks as he retrieves the key from the discarded bag which still contains various pieces of clothes and toys. "I figured we could actually take a nice, long, hot bath together after this. What do you think?"

He moves back towards the bed, indicating Reeve to roll to his side so the blond is able to access the cuffs.

"I might need to lay here for a while," Reeve answers. "But a bath sounds good."

He rolls onto his side, making sure his wrists are accessible with the key.

"You rest and I can go draw a bath." He slides onto the bed, uncuffing Reeve carefully and glancing at his wrists, seeming pleased that they are not too red; the choice of cuff was good. Still, he does check. "No terrible pain in your wrists? Or anywhere else?ç

"Make sure you don't forget to shade in the lines when you draw it," Reeve jokes. Forgive him, he is a bit giggly with the pleasure of the day.

"No, only pleasant stings," Reeve promises, his hands coming up to rub at his wrists. So good.

"I never do anything normak, Reeve, including when I color." He purrs as he is wont to do, pecking Reeve's cheek gently before standing again. "I'll come back when it's ready, so be a good boy and wait, mm?"

"Brat," Reeve calls after his lover, but there is nothing but affection in his tone. "As if I'd want to go anywhere."

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