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[plate_builder]

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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[plate_builder]

"You have. So I ask you to avoid it, for the sake of my heart," he said as he closed the fridge and returned to enjoy the dessert.

[afterlaborday]

"I'm certainly trying to." He smiles, grabbing up some cheesecake from the spread, and grins at Reeve. "Want some cheesecake? I can feed it to you."

[plate_builder]

"If you're going to feed it to me, absolutely."

And he didn't think anything could be as sweet as that.

[afterlaborday]

Rufus laughs a bit, amused at the answer, as he prepares a bite for Reeve. "Somehow I knew you would say yes."

[plate_builder]

"I am predictable to you at this point I suppose," Reeve offered with a smile.

[afterlaborday]

"Only in some areas." He offers Reeve a bite of the cake. "If it's romantic, you probably like it."

[plate_builder]

What a thing to say. He wants to laugh, but instead he opens his mouth so the other man can put the food to his lips. And he happily chews once it's there, making a pleased hum as he does so.

[afterlaborday]

Rufus smiles, and takes a bite himself, seeming content right now. He'll even offer Reeve another bite once he seems to have finished the first bite.

[plate_builder]

Well, Reeve will absolutely make sure to lick Rufus's fingers clean whenever he's given a chance. THis was good. Very good.

"You taste divine."

[afterlaborday]

Rufus chuckles softly, eyeing Reeve with mischief. "Do I? Would you like to taste more?"

As he speaks, Rufus sets down the fork, scooping up a little of the cheesecake with his fingers and gently offers them to Reeve's lips.

"Here... unless you want to taste it on some other part of me?"

[plate_builder]

"I always want to taste more," Reeve agrees, smiling as he says it. "But this is good."

He leans in and licks over Rufus's fingers to eat the offered piece. And licks suggestively over the man's fingers.

[afterlaborday]

Rufus smiles at that unspoken suggestion, waiting until Reeve has finished so he can lean over towards the man, grinning and stroking Reeve's neck gently.

"Now, don't suggest something like that unless you're ready to do it, Reeve."

[plate_builder]

"Then let me stay interested in your fingers, beloved."

He could do more later.

[afterlaborday]

Rufus just laughs, scooping a bit more cake onto his fingers to offer them again to Reeve.

[plate_builder]

This time Reeve leans in to wrap his mouth around those fingers as quickly as he can. Nice. Very nice. And if he makes obscene noises, it's totally intentionally.

[afterlaborday]

Rufus doesn't mind the noises, feels them in his groin enough that he shifts just slightly to remain comfortable.

[plate_builder]

It's nice, to watch him shift like that. To know he has this power over the man. So he definitely steps up the noises, and the action of his tongue over those fingers.

[afterlaborday]

"Reeve." The word is a hiss as much as anything. Or perhaps a threat. "Don't make me take charge again."

[plate_builder]

"Oh no, it will be my command," Reeve insists with a smile after his mouth comes off of Rufus's fingers.

"But I do want well fed."

[afterlaborday]

"I'll believe that when I see it." Rufus smrirks challengingly, even as he moves to get more of the sweet cake on his fingers. "And you're always well fed when you are with me."

[plate_builder]

"I am. You take better care of me than I do," Reeve admits, smiling. And he loves it.

"Get up, strip down."

[afterlaborday]

"Somehow." Because it is somehow amusing that Rufus is a better caretaker, considering his roles in life so far have typically been as the cared for. Just as he is typically in charge, and always a bit annoying, as his next words prove. "Now, why should I do that? You're still very much the normal Reeve."

[plate_builder]

Really? Reeve's hand reaches up, curling in Rufus's hair to pull it a little.

"Get up, strip down."

[afterlaborday]

It shouldn't surprise Reeve so much that Rufus challenges. That's a normal part of his personality, and that it carries over to the bedroom should be as unsurprising.

That he desires an assertion of power, of dominance, well... Reeve will learn that sometimes the blond does truly crave it, his body shivering at the slight tug to his hair.

Slowly, knowing Reeve's hand will move as he does so, Rufus stands and smiles, beginning to remove what bit of clothing he had bothered to put back on.

[plate_builder]

"Good boy," Reeve assures him, hand falling from Rufus's hair to instead smack his thigh a bit. The guy is obeying well enough.

"Bed."