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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]

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.

[plate_builder]

What a brat. Just the greatest brat. Perhaps he can 'train' him with pleasure. No, that would never work. Still, he made sure he sunk in all the way before stopping.

"You like this, don't you? Feeling me in you."

[afterlaborday]

If Reeve ever actually tried to train Rufus, he would find that it was a not-so-simple task. The blond rather liked being a pain to his lovers, or more accurately, he enjoyed pushing their limits to see what they would do; which meant any attempt to control would only be met with more pushing back.

Some people did enjoy such things, though, and Rufus would certainly not protest if Reeve decided to try.

"Mm..." The sound is almost thoughtful, but with a mix of pleasure in it still. "I haven't been disappointed in the feeling yet, so I would say 'yes.'"

[plate_builder]

Of course it wouldn’t be a simple task. The man was practically raised by the Turks, and not a single one of them was trained by anyone but Tseng. Reeve understood that quiet well. And there was something wonderful about Rufus not behaving. It meant he could actually ‘punish’ the man for being a bit of a pest. Which, well, many people would be quite jealous of Reeve for getting that chance.

“Leaving you speechless would be a miracle on par with Holy I think.”

Reeve, on the other hand, has learned the value of a bit of silence, and is himself quiet as he starts to properly move in the other, hands bracing on Rufus’s hips to help keep him in position.

[afterlaborday]

The words would usually earn a chuckle, and yet Rufus only greets them with a grin as if to challenge the point being made. Perhaps a chuckle wasn't words, and that grin meant far more than anything the blond could say, yet this was the reaction he chose to go with.

It was quickly followed up by a low moan as Reeve set about properly enjoying himself.

[plate_builder]

"What a pretty noise," Reeve says, not for the first time, and no doubt not for the last.

Not that it's easy to talk and move at the same time, but hey, he's a multitalented man. Sometimes.

[afterlaborday]

Reeve's talent is certainly appreciated by Rufus, in and out of the bedroom, though he is far more likely to show that appreciation while in the latter than when outside it; yes, Rufus had matured quite some bit, he didn't constantly insult people, but that didn't mean he would just praise them either.

Thankfully praise in the bedroom was also far easier than outside, the president of Shinra's body reacting to Reeve's by moving with him just the faintest bit, another moan escaping him as he enjoys the feeling of having his lover in him once again.

[plate_builder]

The distance had been trying, hadn't it? Perhaps Reeve had understood it some, but it had never been his goal to take their distance as a given.

"I can see how much you want it," Reeve said with a smile, warm and excited at that. He wanted to enjoy this with Rufus, and he had no shame in that. And no shame in how he was already speeding up.

[afterlaborday]

Rufus makes a small sound of acknowledgement to Reeve's words, though he doesn't bother responding verbally still; perhaps showing that it's easier to shut him up if he's given something far better and more pleasant to focus on.

Whether it's the case or not, Rufus shudders and tenses around Reeve as he increases the speed of his thrusts, content to let the pace be set by the dark-haired man for now.

[plate_builder]

"What would it take to hear your voice?" he asks as he keeps up the thrusting. He just wants to hear the man in the moment, something more than that tiny little sound. He deserves it he thinks.