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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]

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.