Reeve Tuesti (
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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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The question gives him some pause, though; less because he can't answer, and more because he isn't really sure he wants to answer. Maybe doesn't want more pity, despite his lack of anger. Decides he's been honest so far, may as well continue being so,shifting to lean on an arm and look at Reeve.
"Almost entirely been the receiver. Those few boys my own age, a couple of them let me try to be on the other side of the equation."
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"Did you like it? The simple face of the matter is that some guys just like to receive. I won't ask you to watch me ride you if that sort of thing doesn't interest you. It's good to respect the things your body wants. It's usually the best way to do things like this."
He finally returns himself to the bed, moving to sit next to Rufus. He has every intention to returning to blowing Rufus shortly. He just needs to know who he's going to get his fingers working on while he's at that task.
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Still, the devilish side is far more interesting than the one that seemed less certain. Not that Reeve didn't enjoy being a teacher in this sort of field. It's a rush all it's own. But Rufus? Rufus clearly hadn't been comfortable with how inexperienced he could be in some areas.
"I suppose I could try, though. Should probably start with me riding you. You'll have to remind me not to touch myself at all, though."
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"I think if I did that, you would break over how much teasing I managed to get in," Reeve counters, just as ready to challenge Rufus. Apparently this is where they have found their groove. Exchanging sexually charged banter. Who knew. "Unless you have it in your head that you're going to turn this around on me and take charge."
Which he won't have a problem with.
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"For now," Reeve said as he shifted back down the bed to put himself between Rufus's legs once more, "lay there and keep being as pretty as you are. I have a bit of experience at this sort of multitasking anyway."
More importantly than that, he was pretty good at getting himself ready with a minimum of time.
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Yet he can't help raise a brow at the multitasking comment. Really? And he didn't consider himself a pervert? Or maybe Rufus just didn't realise what was and what wasn't normal? He sort of considered all those older men men perverts, and hadn't exactly watched others do what Reeve was implying.
He will lay back, though to go ahead and watch and let Reeve control the situation.
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Once more Reeve sets himself between Rufus's legs, again draping one over his shoulder. He does take a moment to carefully spread and warm some oil over the fingers of one hand before his mouth is on Rufus again. He doesn't even bother to start light and teasing this time, though the hand that had originally been working to handle what he couldn't swallow had instead changed duties to gripping Rufus firmly at the base of his length, squeezing enough to keep some pressure there. Whatever he can do to prolong this just enough to get himself ready for the next stage. While his mouth is so occupied his other hand busies itself with the process of making sure he's stretched enough to handle the next step. Of course even working that as efficiently as he can the man is still left moaning a little around Rufus.
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As it is, the man seems to be trying to find other faces Rufus can make, that feeling of heat returning with a vengeance and the moan Rufus lets out shows clearly that the moment away may even have been a good idea, even if not on purpose.
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There is definitely a special sort of pleasure in finding ways to get this somber man to react to him. Who knew this particular kind of challenge could be such a turn-on?
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As it is, there is definite amusement and excitement flashing in his eyes as he looks to Rufus. Is that all he's got?
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Not that he minds, not if he can enjoy this enough to lose it.
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"Remind me later to suck you off completely," Reeve suggests as he shifts from under the leg over his shoulder.
In fact, he pulls away from Rufus all together. His fingers slip from himself and he bites his lip briefly because there is just suck a lack now. Granted, he intends to remedy that rather quickly. His hands reach out to pull Rufus's legs back to lying flat on the bed before he moves to straddle Rufus. He doesn't move to get Rufus inside of him just yet. Just looks down at Rufus's face and studies it, smiling at him.
"If at any point this isn't doing it for you, tell me. And don't hesitate to get your own hips into it. Or just about anything else you want."
Not that he thinks Rufus would even think of changing their positions once he's started. For all that he thinks he's experienced, his inexperience makes this all very interesting.
"Mind if I steal your lips one more time?"
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He even seems a little taken with Reeve's position. Much different having someone over you when the person is getting ready to show you something promised to feel amazing, and Rufus seems to study the dark-haired man even more than he did before, raising his hands up to scratch his chest gently.
He then smirks a little at the question. "Of course not."
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This part is his favorite. The sensation of being spread open slowly by the undeniable warmth and hardness of another man. Always the best part, so he waits for a moment, eyes closed as he just lets himself anticipate the sensation. Then and only then does he lower himself, slowly sinking onto Rufus, unable to help the way he moans as he does so.
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Reeve may seem stable on his own, but Rufus shifts one hand down to gently hold onto the man's hip, watching what he is doing and shuddering softly as he descends.
Perhaps there's not the same heat as with someone's mouth, but it's certainly a much more intense one. Tighter, too, and Rufus lets out a small groan at the feeling. It's certainly been a long time since he's been on this side of things.
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"Give me a moment, okay? Been a while since I've done this. Forgot how good this can feel."
For half a moment he wonders if in all of his experiences Rufus ever had a partner care enough to give him a chance to adjust, and then dismisses the thought. He can explore just what Rufus has and hasn't experienced later.
"Alright," he says after he's had some time to breathe. "Alright." The words are for him, not for Rufus. Trying to remind himself to take this nice and slow. No need to rush, he's got time. Nothing short of the building being on fire or Rufus having an episode from his Stigma are likely to call them away from this now that they've gotten this far. Well, Rufus could definitely say stop at any time. Does he know that? Reeve frowns for a moment and opens his eyes to look at the blonde.
"Just checking, but you know you can, at any time, tell me you want to stop then I will. No questions asked."
Should have outlined that first.
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Rufus smiles faintly, though it's gone before Reeve opens his eyes again. Replaced with a look of confusion. He can say stop at any time? Reeve is worried? About the past, he assumes, and it makes him chuckle a little.
"I'm not the child I was." His hand tightens on Reeve's hip gently. "I already know I can say no. And I can't see you trying to do things I wouldn't like, at least in this area."
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"It's normally something I remind partners of far earlier in the process," Reeve counters. "Just wanted to make sure."
And with that he finally starts to move, rising up on his knees to lift himself up Rufus's shaft. Like everything else he's done since taking charge it's slow. In part because for right now he wants to figure out angle and the like. After all, it tends to be a little different with each partner. Still, he clearly enjoys the motion himself from the expression he's wearing.
"Maybe I should just move like this the whole time. Slow so you can feel every last bit of yourself sliding in me. Go like this until my legs are too sore to lift me again."
Yes, apparently he just talks a pretty serious game while he's in bed.
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The movement has him distracted enough it doesn't matter much for the time being, and he shudders softly, enjoying letting Reeve set a pace until he speaks again, at which time Rufus seems to remember just how annoying that teasing is and how he could use it himself in this situation; he may not have been on this side before, but he knows the routine.
Carefully, Rufus lifts himself just a bit from the bed, thrusting just a little as he smirks at Reeve. "Oh, and what's to keep me from doing this and destroying that idea...?"
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"The fact that you're interested in seeing just how much control a man can have in this position?"
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I hate migraines
Oh Hun! I am so sorry.
It's ok right now but if anything makes no sense, I apologize
I just want you to be okay.
I'll watch myself, no worries
Okay. And Reeve is a bit mystified at this kissing fixation going on
me too honestly... But what can be done?
Rufus what goes on in your head?
Sometimes I Don't even know...
Well, better Reeve not worry of it too much.
or me lol
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Back later. Dinner with in-laws.
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Not a good choice of words, Reeve...
He doesn’t know that.
And may or may not realize what pissed him off
I am not even fully sure I get it.
We will let Rufus explain
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Will be back later and all. Am having dinner at place with bad WiFi.
Have fun!
Re: Have fun!
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Sorry it took time... knocked down by migraine... again
It's alright. It was Black Friday. Figured you were getting Goods.
I avoid going out if possible actually. People are scary
I avoid it like the plague
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What timing! I just woke.
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