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"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."

"You love me, anyway." He calls back, disappearing into the bathroom for a time to do as was promised, and letting Reeve just lay there and recover from what Rufus can only hope was a pleasureable overload.

After a time he does come back out, though, moving over to the bed and crawling onto it enough to be able to look at Reeve. "Still awake?"

Oh, very overloaded. Poor Reeve. Maybe he couldn't help up with the younger man.

"Yes. Indeed. Just resting here, basking in the knowledge that there won't be flareups to stop us in the future."

"Let us sincerely hope not." He raises a brow, keeping his voice as light as possible, since some small part of him will always contemplate what might happen due to his status as Shinra's hair; whether the company exists outwardly or not anymore.

"Either way, I'm going to draw you out of your reverie for a bath. It's warm, and there was even some lavender bath salts in there to use. So don't fall asleep in the bath, okay?" A small smirk. "Not that I'd mind doing mouth-to-mouth if I had to, but it wouldn't really be all that much fun."

"It might be more amusing to send Reno to give me mouth to mouth?" Reeve teases.

He finally rolls off of the bed and sighs contentedly as he pads forward. "Show me, love."

"By the time we got him to stop fussing, you'd be drown." Rufus slides his arm through Reeve's, walking with him towards the bathroom. "We can settle for describing our exploits to him in detail for the same effect."

"Sounds lovely, dear," Reeve smiles. And he lays his free hand on Rufus's forearm. Is he absolutely trying to pull off the 'lovely lady on the arm of the Shinra Heir at a party look? Yep. Clearly nailed it.

Rufus may notice, smirks just a little, but says nothing as they get into the rather large bathroom. Obviously, Rufus went all out on things, and there will be no concern of them being cramped inside the tub.

Though it seems Rufus isn't entering just yet, as he draws his arm away and indicates Reeve to get in first. "Get in and relax. I'll sit behind you get your back washed. And your hair, if you want."

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