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Fleeing from Rufus would be a bad idea, perhaps worse than staying still. Bad enough that all Reeve can do is stand there. Or perhaps it's shock that leaves him in position for Rufus to approach, to reach up, to touch.

"No," he admits, voice soft and he can't help the fact that he's a bit turned on by the touch. By the proximity, by the sound of his voice so close. If there are any gods truly out there, one of them needed to save him before he did something stupid.

"But I don't think you could handle this, Rufus. Do you even have the stamina anymore?"

No gods here to help him. He's just provoking the man at this point, isn't he? Should he care? Perhaps he should. Does he? Well, he definitely just challenged Rufus, so clearly not.

He has so much trouble not losing it, not laughing at that question. It's childish, and he's not trying to be childish right now, but he wants to be. He likes the fact he can be, even momentarily, something that isn't Rufus Shinra, president of the late Shinra, or Rufus Shinra, a man everyone loathes. Just a simple young man who has found his teens later in life.

Perhaps that is what this is? He likes the security, the fact that Reeve can see a side he shows no one else, not even the Turks on an average basis, and the man actually finds it good? Not a very good reason, he knows, to continue pushing. He even seems tempted to stop.

He's honest, needing a touch isn't so bad, even if rarely does he ask for it. Strangely, Reno is the only one who offers it to him, but in a different sense. Yet Reeve is also right, something like this could push things the wrong way. Is it worth it? A moment in time, compared to all the moments in time?

How strange. To think this way... His finger stops as he looks at Reeve, thinking, planning, deciding.

Eventually leaning up, letting lips touch his elders and begin to move away, leaving the answer to his question to Reeve: Yes or no?

If they can both agree this might be a bad idea, then there is a chance they can manage to avoid the things that would make it bad. They're mature in most every way, but Rufus is right about something. They've been dancing around this for a while. The saying goes that it takes two to tango, and wasn't Reeve contributing to that little problem in the past?

In some ways, he's the responsible adult here, and he knows he needs to act it. So how should he react? What should he do? A single word, a single action, and he can end this. Is this moment worth it? Truth be told, he thinks that not only is it worth it, but that he needs it too. From someone. Somehow. And picky is something he has to be for his own safety these days. That, though, doesn't necessarily justify the action, does it? That he's here, that he would? Wouldn't that be making him like other men who used him?

No. He's asking for this as much as I was. He's just more comfortable with this.

With that he wraps an arm firmly around Rufus's back to keep him there. In fact, to pull him closer. Nice, to have size advantage on a partner, and he definitely appreciates it here. Because it means he can look down at Rufus for a long moment, and appreciate his eyes, his face, the delicate point of his chin. Yes, this will work. He smirks and leans down to kiss Rufus. They can figure out the distribution of power later. For right now he's more interested in sampling those lips in a more satisfying way, and he couldn't care who might see them like this. Give them some time and they can get an eyeful of more.

It's different because Reeve has nothing to gain from this he doesn't already have. Rufus is already funding him, of his own desires, and the reverse is also true. Rufus has what he needs from Reeve, a way to put the world right without fighting the distrust his actions, and those of his father, have brought in the time where such things are least useful.

It's also different because of curiosity. A partner for the sake of taking one? No strings attached, as their silent understanding seems to be? He likes that thought, and the thought that he has a say in this encounter. If the Turks see, they can voice their opinions... later.

Question answered, and body closer to Reeve's, Rufus doesn't pull from this kiss. He encourages it, his free arm wrapping around Reeve's neck, the other brushing its way up any open skin to join the first.

Here Reeve didn't think anything at all by baring so much skin earlier, with his sleeves rolled up, with a button undone. Perhaps he had been inviting things without intending it consciously. As it is he spares a pleased hum at fingers sliding up his neck until there's two arms around his neck, holding him in the kiss. Very good choice there, Rufus.

Perhaps Rufus shouldn't be the only one to get both arms and hands involved. Reeve's free one comes up to hold the back of Rufus's beck, massaging it lightly as he kisses hard, hungrier, before finally letting his tongue tease at the line of Rufus's mouth, a quiet request for something a bit deeper. Something they can both revel in.

Rufus hadn't even considered the open clothing before, when Reeve had exited the room. Understood it was comfortable, easier to sleep in, but it didn't mean he hadn't noticed. And noticing, knowing that the softest of touches were frequently the ones to send a man overboard, was why he had done what he had.

The invitation from Reeve's grip and that tongue is met with teeth, however; not a bite in the truest sense, but a nip followed by the blond's own tongue licking where his teeth had been moments before.

The man wants to amuse himself with teeth? A cute little joke and has Reeve, a lower rumble than normal, and he doesn't mind at all. Instead he takes the invitation and does his best with it. What are the chances, he wonders to himself, that Rufus has ever had a bed-mate who really took the time for focus on him more than anything else? To devote themselves to making him feel good? Someone who could kiss him like a man should be kissed by a lover?

Amused, Reeve sets about seeing if he can't be the one to teach Rufus just what that feels like. Good thing he knows how to kiss someone to leave them breathless. Or so previous partners had told him. For now he throws all of his attention into kissing the hell out of Rufus, more than happy to further that point by leaning over him more. Leaning Rufus back? Yes, he wonders if the man would appreciate the feeling of being overwhelmed by another like this?

A joke? No, he just likes to bite. Finds it gives most people a small thrill, especially when that moment of start is replaced by a soft tongue. More so when that tongue wraps itself around to play with his partner's. Something he tries to do now, before he finds Reeve wants to keep control, and lets him for the time being.

Yet after a moment of that, and the fact Reeve seems to want dip him somewhat, Rufus draws one hand slowly down the man's clothed back, his other still keeping wrapped around Reeve's neck for balance.

A good enough reaction. Nothing to stop him from proceeding. Good. Very good. Reeve welcomes the hand running down his back, and again there is a low hum of pleasure. He's been so desperate for human contact for so long that even that touch is arousing. More than that, it's grounding him in a weird sort of way. He does pull back after a moment, both from the kiss and from dipping Rufus. And look, he's got a self-satisfied look on his lips for a change.

"I have one rule," he says as he looks at Rufus. "No marks where people can readily see them. I don't need one of your men coming after me for hurting you."

That would be a serious buzzkill.

He keeps hold of Reeve when the man begins to straighten, watching him as their lips part and the man speaks. The kiss may not have done everything Reeve was wanting, Rufus is still in control of his senses, but be does lick his lips contently.

"What about marks on you? Are those allowed?"

"I have a high-collared coat," Reeve smiles. "I don't think there's any problem with that. And I doubt Veld picked me protectors that can't keep a secret like this."

They won't know who anyway. So he definitely doesn't mind. Rufus can do his best to please himself with such an idea. Meanwhile he's still got his fingers on the back of Rufus's neck and he's massaging the flesh there lightly. Frankly he doesn't want to abandon the touch of skin at this moment.

Rufus grins a little at the permission, and leans up to nip Reeve's ear, not seeming to mind the hand on his neck remaining where it is on his neck, and purring a little. "Oh, good. I like marking my territory."

This said, Rufus shifts back to look at Reeve, smirking a little as he digs his fingers into the man's back. "But, you know, you'll have to do better than a kiss if you want to satisfy me.'

Well that nip earns an aborted little growl. Not nearly enough there, Rufus. Not nearly enough.

"You think I'm your territory?" Reeve asks, because that is quite amusing. That would imply Rufus not wanting another man to touch him. That he wants other people to know that Reeve is a bit caught up in someone. Amusing. "No where near. But I welcome marks. Signposts of my visitors. Much better than marked headboards, don't you think?"

But at least he's got Rufus purring, and that's a good sign. He's got time. A lot of it. He's going to see that happens a lot. A thought that is a bit ruined by those fingers digging into his back. That makes him hum in pleasure. Very nice choice there.

"I intend to do much better. Couch or bed? Because I intend to have your legs weak very shortly."

"Marks on the headboard last much longer." He snickers, but doesn't respond about property. There's no reason for Reeve to suspect Rufus would ever try to make anyone property in such a sense, and it certainly would be the last thing he'd do.

Withdrawing his nails from Reeve's back, Rufus reaches up to pull the hand from his neck and bring it forward to lick the palm gently, before pulling a little, his words indicating clearly why. "Haven't I been offering you my bed this whole time?"

Licking a hand? That's new, but Reeve likes the idea.

Yes, the offering is there, and that gets a pleased smile. He moved away from Rufus, twisting his hand to catch Rufus's to pull him toward the bedroom. "I suppose I've already left some of my clothes there. Makes sense."

A good arrangement, and he doesn't mind it at all. If he guides Rufus toward the bedroom. Once the door is closed behind them he pushes Rufus back against it to cease his lips again while his hands work up under the lapels of Rufus's coat. That will have to go. He should be able to keep Rufus warm on his own.

Rufus seems the faintest bit surprised at the shift of hands, his being grabbed and the fact he's being pulled along towards the room he was just hinting at. Reeve had certainly indicated he was top, and although he had also said they would work the logistics out, it seemed Reeve had already more than decided.

And it seemed he might have predicted the possibility Rufus would say something about it, protest or not, and effectively headed it off. Of course, that meant that as the kiss was initiated, Rufus' mouth was already opening and he couldn't hide a small sound, nor the shiver which moved through his body.

Oh, Reeve will be more than happy to discuss beyond this, but for right now he intends to get Rufus a bit more worked up first. The good news is that the small shiver and sound is only proof at how right this works out for him. Just let him start by getting this man more thoroughly kissed than he's been before. So he kisses Rufus hard, pushing him against the door. Just keep him here, kissing him deeply.

Would be nice to just get that noise, one more time, and not just from shock.

He can admit this is a much different kiss than the ones he's had in the past. Yes, the end result will be him naked and in bed with a man, but there's a certain intensity behind it he enjoys. That feeling that it's being done with an eye on pleasure that plays both ways, rather than the intent only being for one side to enjoy themselves.

But he's not ready to give in completely, trying to shift and grab to scratch Reeve's back again, pressing his tongue into the man's mouth. And unintentionally giving Reeve what he wants, a small, pleased, moaning sound.

The fingers scratching at his back through his shirt definitely earns a light moan into the kiss. Not something he'd admit to most people, but Reeve appreciates the touch. Almost as much as the kiss, because he is more than happy to allow Rufus access to his mouth. Lovely, and he expects the younger man can be far more aggressive than this. Which they can get to later if Rufus wants.

Unfortunately with them so close, not to mention Rufus pushed up against the door, it's not like he can't get Rufus's coat off.

He keeps his nails scratching, drawing them around slowly over Reeve's side as he enjoys playing with the tongue he's presented. Trying hard to get him to play back, and body rising slowly to rub against Reeve, showing clearly that he is aroused by this.

Once he hands are far enough around, he tries to press them between his chest and Reeve's, pushing him back enough that he can work a button or two lose and get his nails on actual, warm skin, rather than cool, thin cloth.

Tongue play is definitely something Reeve can live with. The issue with partners you've never made out with before is that you don't know their preferences. He was with one man that didn't want tongue involved ever. But with Rufus clearly giving his preference without words, Reeve's own tongue starts moving again, alternating between stroking against Rufus's.

In a way, this is a strange turn of events, and the most welcome one he could imagine at that. Clearly Rufus has experience with being kissed. If so Reeve is more than happy to not be the best experience he's had, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to try.

When Rufus pushes him back a space he almost loses the flow of the kiss, half concerned the man is pushing him away. But no, there are those hands, working at his shirt. Very smart young man. Reeve lets him work, getting the first few done and enjoying the immediate results of Rufus clawing a bit at his skin. This time it's his turn to shiver and groan. Still too much clothing between them, though. With the blonde's hands occupied Reeve takes it on himself to get his shirt untucked and the last buttons off so it's nice and open for Rufus to have plenty of skin to work with, including his back. That done he's pleased to find he's got space for returning the favor. Not much he can do about the coat with Rufus pinned to the door and his hands so pleasantly involved, but Reeve is more than happy to fumble with the buckles on Rufus's vest.

If he could get a word in edgewise, though he would not dare break the pleasure of the kiss, he would complain that this sort of action meant that four layers was just a bit frustrating. At the same time, the challenge of it, mixed with the clear indications of Rufus's arousal, is only getting to him. Did he not need his hands so much to try and get them undressed, he would happily be getting a leg between Rufus's to let the young man rub right against him.

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If asked after the fact, he would probably be happy to give Reeve more than a passing grade on the kiss. It isn't every day he doesn't want to slide out of it, after all, even if it's been a very long time since he's had one.

No, he's content for the moment. Even more so when that shirt is opened, and he can feel his way along Reeve's chest and abdomen with his fingers, the nails now put away as he traces the lines. Perhaps the architect isn't as firm and solid as some men he imagines or has been with, but he's certainly not out of shape, either, and he can appreciate that very well.

Yet he's running a little short of breath, or maybe control, and those hands working his vest seem to encourage him to break the kiss, placing both hands flat against Reeve's chest and pushing him back towards the bed, a smirk on his lips.

"Sit... I'll show you the fastest way to remove all this."

Fastest way to remove all of that? Not like Reeve is going to complain. As he backs toward the bed, unwilling to remove his eyes from Rufus long, he rolls down his sleeves and pulls his own shirt off, tossing it carelessly aside before lowering himself to sit lightly on the edge of the bed.

"Don't tell me you have the tear away clothes of a stripper. Because the laughter might kill me," Reeve admits as he watches the younger man attentively.

There's a smirk and shake of the head at the remark, his hands finishing removing the vest Reeve had started. "I believe you're thinking of Reno. Yet there is some of what works for him working for me."

The vest Reeve had been working on removed and tossed aside, Rufus unbuttons the cuffs on both the shirts he wears, before moving to release the top three buttons of each. Still a long process, perhaps, but as soon as untucks them from his slacks and begins to draw them over his head, Reeve will realize this is still much faster than taking each button at a time.

He will also find that the many layers Rufus wears hide a thin form. Hardly sickly, of course, but definitely in no way as broad a build as his father; perhaps lithe would be a fitting term. It's also obvious that even though Rufus wields a gun, it is simply his preferred weapon, as the contour of his muscle indicates he's got some martial training.

"So much simpler, yes?"

“Quite,” Reeve agrees. Not something he can manage himself given his shoulders are broader than a partially buttoned shirt will allow for. “Thought I’ll I have always been one to argue for the pleasure of unwrapping a gift oneself.”

Smaller than he imagined, Reeve muses to himself as he looks the man over. Yet not as small as an illness could cause. All the layers over the years went a way toward hiding how slight the other man was. At the same time that ‘sickly’ man is clearly in better shape that Reeve is. He barely has a defined muscle to call his own whereas Rufus clearly works with his Turks to keep fit. There is something respectable in that. Goes with that positive outlook he seems to want to live with.

“You look good,” Reeve finally says. It’s said because he feels he needs to say something. Most of the communication, though, comes from how his eyes rove over Rufus’s body, and his fingers curl into the blanket on the bed. Clearly his hands want to be roving over that skin.

“Come here,” Reeve beckons, holding a hand out toward Rufus. “Unless you plan on unwrapping yourself further.”

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Sorry I'm slow. Movie on

It's okay. I was making and eating dinner.

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Amusing to look at, he goes from VERY broad-shouldered in original art to less so by AC..

Re: Amusing to look at, he goes from VERY broad-shouldered in original art to less so by AC..