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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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[afterlaborday]

It seemed Reeve was going to be difficult and try to freak Rufus out by continuing to move. Likely he thought it would really bother the heir of Shinra, forgetting that Rufus was from time to time eerily calm about things that might normally bother someone else - and right now was one of those times.

Which means whatever Reeve expects, he'll only get a small chuckle from the blond-haired man. "Oh, I'd love to see you actually manage this. Even if you had the guts to ask Reno, he'd say no. His interest in no way lies with me."

[plate_builder]

Well that was frustrating. Reeve paused to pout and then shook his head.

"You spoil my fun, young man. I'm so much older, I may not have many more years of enjoyment in me."

[afterlaborday]

Whether Rufus is laughing at the pout or the words, he's sure it won't matter to Reeve and the destruction it causes his fun. Nor will Rufus' own words help matters, challenging as they are.

"Oh, I'm sure you've got plenty of enjoyment left. You just need to remember you're challenging a scheming brat who loves to out think his enemies... Or lovers in this case. I mean, what's the fun in a game if the other party isn't trying?'

[plate_builder]

"You're just such a pest," Reeve answered before moving to straddle Rufus, his fingers gliding down over the other man's chest. "Maybe I should just fuck you and be done with it."

[afterlaborday]

"I've heard that I can be, yes." Rufus chuckles softly, well aware 'pest' is on the more innocent scale of what he's been called, even likely by Reeve before. Focusing on those hands on his chest and the man now straddling him, Rufus just grins softly. "Go ahead if you want. Since I've spoiled all your threats."

[plate_builder]

"I want," Reeve said. He just really wanted this now, he'd worked himself up in toying with Rufus.

"But I want you on your hands and knees. Which means releasing you. WIll you behave?"

[afterlaborday]

"I suppose I could." Rufus knows the smirk that remains on his face could potentially gain a huff or a frown from Reeve, but he can't help it remaining there, nor his selection of words. "But only if you promise to make it good."

[plate_builder]

"Damn pest," Reeve hissed before going about releasing Rufus.

"Just behave if you want to feel this."

[afterlaborday]

Rufus chuckles softly at Reeve's words, waiting patiently to be freed from his bindings. He'll move to give Reeve a small kiss before asking a simple question. "Here on the bed or on the floor?"

[plate_builder]

On the floor? Oh dear, that's fun to consider.

"Do you really want the rug rash, dearest?"

[afterlaborday]

"Not really." Rufus acknowledges with a chuckle, before giving Reeve a grin. "But potions are good for things like rug burn, don't you think?"

[plate_builder]

"They can be," Reeve laughed in delight. What a man, to suggest things like that. "And I suppose your men would see to it that you were healed."

[afterlaborday]

"Of course they would." There'd be a few brows raised, perhaps an unspoken comment or two from Reno, but the Turks would certainly make sure their boss was healed before he had to do anything else in public. "If you're worried though, we can stay right here on the bed."

[plate_builder]

Well, it is what it is. Reeve considers and then smiles, moving away from Rufus to consider the floor. When he had made up his mind he nodded and retured to Rufus.

"Come on then, let's get you settled where I need you."

[afterlaborday]

Rufus just watches with a hint of amusement as Reeve seems to contemplate everything, before responding to his words with a smile as he carefully moves off the bed and looks at the architect expectantly.

[plate_builder]

"This agreeability will bite me in the ass sooner or later," Reeve notes before taking the man by his wrists and guiding him to where he wants the younger man. "Lay down here. On your back. I want to see your smart mouth."

[afterlaborday]

Rufus just chuckles again at the initial remark. Considering their personalities, it is absolutely likely that this entire situation will be reversed at some point or another; all depending on Rufus' mood and Reeve's amiability.

For now though, Reeve is at least mostly in charge and Rufus will follow his instructions, even if it comes with a smirk at the latter remark.

[plate_builder]

Oh Reeve was so often amiable.

But there he is, so beautiful, laying there on the carpet.

"You should be painted like this."

[afterlaborday]

"Perhaps that can be your next art project." Rufus offers, only half-joking and continues to watch Reeve. "For now though, I think there are other things you and I both want?"

[plate_builder]

“Alas, I don’t work in paints,” he says, moving to join Rufus and spread him out how he thought the man would be most attractive. “And you’ll be better when you’re not alone. I can’t exactly paint us together.”

[afterlaborday]

The remarks earn a small laugh from Rufus, even as he lets Reeve move him around. It was always interesting to see where their conversations would go, serious or not and whether they were actually just speaking or busy with other past times.

"Perhaps a commission some day might be in order then."

[plate_builder]

What a waste of money. Reeve doesn't say it, but he sure feels it. But for now he chuckles and just moves to settle himself at last.

"Your mouth is going to get you into trouble some day."

[afterlaborday]

"Some day?" There's such a hint of amusement in the words, knowing that Reeve is well aware Rufus has more than once gotten himself in trouble merely by deciding he had something important (and often obnoxious) to say. "Shall I remind you of who I am or should I take that as a warning instead?"

[plate_builder]

"A warning," Reeve assures him, his voice soft. Then he's moving again, reaching for the lube he'd brought down with them, slicking his cock, and finally pressing slowly into the man.

"Which will only prompt you to action, won't it?" he asks as he tries to still himself. Better not to go too fast. He doesn't want to actually hurt Rufus.

[afterlaborday]

Rufus seems amused at Reeve's words, knowing the man won't do all too much even if the blond does decide to be a little brat. Or at least, he will do nothing to actively harm him. The question given only proves this and Rufus smiles just faintly, for once not responding as he instead feels Reeve begin to press into him and gives only a small sound of pleasure.