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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.

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

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.

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

"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."

"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."

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

"Get up, strip down."

"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."

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

"Get up, strip down."

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.

"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."

"I'm not a puppy, Reeve." He chuckles, the instructions so simple they could be taken as implying such, though he must be okay enough with it as he moves to sit on the bed. "And I didn't bring ears, besides."

"I don't know, perhaps yo uare but do not know it yet," Reeve counters with a smirk.

Now? Now he has to buy ears. Nice blonde ones.

He rises to follow Rufus to the bed, smiling.

"Deifinitely not." Rufus pouts slightly, watching Reeve walk over to the bed and wondering if the man realizes he's probably more of a cat, what with his purring and his finicky nature. "I could tell you who's the pup in my group, but that might ruin the mood."

Oh, there are finicky dogs too. But he likes puppies too sometimes.

"You're the pup right now. And I'd prefer you didn't speak while I do with you as I wish."

They could fight about the sort of animals they were later, but for now there is more important matters at hand, and Rufus is sure to handle one of them upfront before things get too active.

"Fine, but just in case things get uncomfortable, shall I use the same safe word as you had?"

After all, Reeve had a fertile imagination, and it was quite difficult to tell what the man might decide on doing; especially with Rufus having challenged him to take control.

"Of course," Reeve agrees as he finally moves toward the bed, shedding what he had put on earlier. What an idea, taking full contro. That could be quite a lot of fun, couldn't it?

Rufus smiles as he nods. With that out of the way and Reeve stripping down, he could enjoy himself without worry.

Depending on Reeve, it could be quite a bit too.

He wanted to take a lot of time. Reeve smiled and moved to the bed, tilting his head as he considered his partner.

"Cuffs?"

"It's your game, and your rules this time, Reeve. I'll tell you if something is no good for me."

With Reeve so close, Rufus reaches up to touch his chest, both a form of assurance and of wanting to feel the other man again.

Rufus, he was asking if it was something that was being consented to. The last thing he needed was to cuff Rufus and have the man freak out. But he supposed he can accept that.

Therefore he grabs those hands, holding them together and smirking before pushing Rufus back onto the bed.

"Who said you can touch? I distinctly don't remember allowing such a thing."

By now, Reeve should know Rufus doesn't always give direct answers, and that his words were his consent in this case. If it were something he disliked, then he would be upfront.

At the least though, he doesn't complain about having his hands grabbed, or being pushed back, merely chuckles and looks at Reeve as if he wants to say something, but for now is following the rules... But just for now.

"Someone should have taught you to behave a while ago," Reeve says, reaching out to find the cuffs with one hand. And yes, Rufus was absolutely going to be restrained.

ONce one hand clicks into place Reeve moves away, going to inspect the bad.

"You're going to learn today."

Rufus raises a brow at Reeve's remark. It seemed the older man had listened to him earlier and was now slipping into the dominating role Rufus had asked for, making the younger man shiver in anticipation.

This would be a side of Reeve he'd not been able to see but in passing, and he has to wonder exactly what that side is capable of. Which is why he watches him so intently as he moves to investigate the contents of the bag.

He wants to know which of the many toys Reeve will choose.

Reeve is slow and thoughtful for a while, moving through the bag. He gathers a few selections and lays them on the bed. The first was clearly a vibrator. There was also a nice dildo, and another set of cuffs. Reeve lays it all on the bed and moves silently to Rufus, catching up his other wrist. He cuffs it and thereby cuffs Rufus fully to the bed. Then he sits on the side and looks to him, smiling to himself.

"You would be far better tied up, but this will do for now. Sadly, you didn't have a good gag."

He really does sound a bit sad about that. Oh well.

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