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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]

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.

[afterlaborday]

The question earns half a chuckle from Rufus, the other half the shuddering breath of someone caught up in pleasure, followed by a simple enough response.

"You could try to move a little harder."

[plate_builder]

Well he's not going to argue over that. He shifts himself so he's got a better angle to add some force with. Once his arm is braced past Rufus to give him that chance, he works harder in Rufus, his eyes closed as he focuses.

"Just. Too. Sassy."

[afterlaborday]

The movement earns Reeve a bit more of that voice he's craving, Rufus crying out softly at the first harder thrust, before settling into a content series of moans, even as he tries to shift his hips as much as he can to feel all of Reeve inside him.

[plate_builder]

Good, very good. Reeve hums happily and picks up the pace, because they both deserve their pleasure. And Reeve intends to deliver for them both.