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"Are you sure you shouldn't get that?" Rufus may be enjoying himself, but he knows that work is important, especially for Reeve. Which truthfully makes it interesting that he seems so intent on ignoring it. Has Reeve honestly decided to shut off from work for the evening?

Whatever the response is to his question, Rufus at least is paying attention to Reeve's own question, wrapping his legs lightly around Reeve, just in case he does go to answer the phone.

"I assume Miss Lockhart just wants to know if I happy to know where Strife is," Reeve counters. "Which is silly because I was out of town. Perhaps she thinks I ran into him near Kalm. If it's important she'll call back. Twice."

The woman is quite persistent.

"It's not the end of the world until Nanaki has one of the Canyon villagers call me."

That's really his qualifications at this point. Or, of course, if Cloud calls. Which he never does. Unless the phone rings from one of those two it's really not important. Pretty much everyone else will call for their own ends and those can absolutely wait until tomorrow. Or, if a number of them call, then he'll be concerned. For now it is likely not a problem that cannot wait until the morning. Granted he'll check when he's done with Rufus. Which he isn't yet. What he really is concerned about right now is the sensation of Rufus's leg around him, and it's good.

"Focus on me, Rufus. At least pretend I can hold your attention."

"Give me a reason to keep my attention on you, then." Rufus teases while grinning at Reeve, and wrapping his legs just a bit more tightly around the man.

"Very well," Reeve smiles, leaning in to kiss Rufus lightly once more. They really are soft. How could a man that has gone through so much manage to remain so soft. Again his hands start to explore, feeling the strength of the muscles before gliding over the thickness of Rufus's thighs.

The fingers of one hand pull away to seek out the lotion he'd been using earlier. Time to start on the prep portion of this. Another kiss, warm and gentle, a few more, because he loves the warmth of them, and he thinks Rufus deserves them. But he's found the bottle now, and he pulls back from the kiss, a smile curling his lips as he hovers just a hair away from kissing him.

He chuckles softly into the first kiss at the response, before simply enjoying them. Honestly, he loves the deep and passionate kisses they've already exchanged, but he can get behind these gentle ones too, and what they seem to represent.

Reeve may be considering Rufus' skin, and would be envious to find he doesn't actually use any special regimen on his skin, but Rufus himself is carefully disconnecting his own thoughts which are trying to stray into a darker territory - rather an awkward place to be during such an excorcist as this.

It's good that Reeve is experience here, then, those hands working his body and the kisses keeping Rufus well distracted from other thoughts. That smile even more so, especially as he's so close with another kiss.

Reaching a hand out, Rufus strokes Reeve's neck gently, and just waits on his next move.

Luckily Reeve hasn't noticed that Rufus's mind is trying to stray, because he'd stop where he was, whether Rufus asked or not. Instead he lingers in the smile again as he finally gets the bottle in hand. Flips the cap open and gets his hands off of Rufus just long enough to get some into his hand so he can reach down to start stroking Rufus. It's slow, it's deliberate, and it's clearly meant to be a distraction. It's a second point of distraction as his lips find Rufus's neck, his teeth nipping lightly but never enough to leave a mark. He is more than happy to get the man distracted thoroughly as his fingers reach down and behind Rufus to tease at him. He need to get Rufus prepped if he's to fulfill what the man has asked of him.

Stopping would have gotten a petulant pout, and perhaps a complaint. There are many things that bother Rufus, and he can deal with some pity and kindness, but he's not weak enough to unravel st a little touch; at least not unravel in a bad way, with this man.

The nips and the stroking earn a low moan, the blond again tipping his head back invitingly, hands moving from Reeve's neck back down to his chest. Even the teasing earns a small moan, Rufus using his nails again; by now Reeve probably could tell that this is an indication of pleasure from the young former president.

He's like a cat in that way. When he's pleased he kneads, and Reeve has enjoyed his cats for a long time. And the scratching gets Reeve a bit of pleasure too, the way he practically purrs with the pleasure of it. Wonderful. His hand sets a steady pace, just enough to stimulate and distract, not enough to put him too close too soon. Meanwhile a finger finally presses in and that definitely gets a pleased smile in Reeve's eyes.

"Lovely neck," he muses aloud, still peppering kisses over Rufus's neck. He hates that he can't suck marks there.

He's used to having to relax himself a lot more, but it seems that an older partner who's taking consideration is a bonus. Not that everyone Rufus dealt with was bad, but between the lust of old men and the inexperience of other partners, this is certainly a nice change.

The resumed nips seem to assist in keeping him relaxed, though he chuckles softly at the remark. "Maybe you should have been the vampire at Halloween..."

"I was a very lovely cat," Reeve counters, and he looked nice. "And I think, given our situation, an Incubus makes more sense."

Getting his survival from the sexual energy of another? Surely that's a better description. Isn't that the goal of the finger slowly working Rufus open? Of the second one currently joining it as Reeve's mouth wanders to he can tease at a nipple? He's not after Rufus's blood. No, an entirely different bodily fluid.

Another chuckle, followed by a shift to make himself comfortable and a raise into that mouth. Incubus might work, but cat would be just fine too; like most mammals, once they were in heat, they let you know.

With little else to do at this time, and with Reeve's chest now inaccessible for scratching, Rufus lets his hands stray to Reeve's back, brushing gently against any marks he may have left before.

Are they still good? Lovely. Still, Reeve might have a bit of a wonder at how Rufus seems to enjoy giving the scratches. He hums as Rufus drags fingers over the still sensitive skin where Rufus left red marks earlier. It is a nice sort of pain, that leaves his own body aching for more attention.

"Leave more marks," Reeve asks, in fact from his tone of voice it might well be a bit of begging. Forgive him, he doesn't get that particular itch, so to speak, scratched very often. And perhaps it has him acting a bit faster than he normally might, a third finger slipping in to really start working Rufus over.

Even the blond couldn't say where he picked up that habit, or if it was just a natural thing for him; something he never needed to be taught. At the least it's something Reeve seems to enjoy greatly, and Rufus isn't going to deny the man that pleasure, nails digging into the scratch marks he had been soothing.

The third finger earns a small gasp, an instinctive tensing of muscle, before he relaxes again and waits for the preparation to be over and the searching to begin. That part he knows can be a wonderful way to take your mind off anything.

Wherever the habit came from, Reeve can definitely appreciate it, and he definitely shudders at nails clawing into previous scratches. Pain on top of pain? In a way that's its own bliss. And it does provoke Reeve to return his lips to Rufus's, this time offering one of the more heated, hungry kisses from before. Still, for him the prep isn't over. No, instead there is definite careful prep, even now. This is meant to be good, and he's going to make sure of it.

But as anticipated, Reeve soon does switch over from working Rufus over to looking for that one spot. He'd love to hear what Rufus sounds like when someone stimulates him like this.

The return of those lips is somehow even more pleasing than the prospect of what else is going to happen. Why, he can't say, but he does know that there's something, and he's going to accept those lips with everything he has. Maybe even try to wrestle a little bit of tongue into it.

It's almost a shame to break it, but that's what Rufus does when Reeve finds what he's looking for. The other option is to bite, and it would be a shame to bruise the older man's lips; he wants more of them after all, later.

And if Reeve isn't sure about what he found, a second strike will confirm things, another moan dropping from Rufus' lips.

Didn't even need the first moan to know he found it. The feel itself is different, and he knows it well. But the sound of it draws another smile from Reeve. He's got a point of reference now, and he chuckles as he focuses on massaging that spot.

Shame he had to lose the kiss, though. On the other hand he feels like it's given his lips permission to wander, and his attention moves up Rufus's jaw again to suck instead on his earlobe.

Someone obviously liked Rufus' jaw, or it was just the easiest place to reach at this point; not that Rufus is complaining. However, he would have to admit he much prefers where those lips end up, though Reeve might have trouble telling so since Rufus was already feeling quite good with what else the man was up to.

And honestly, if Reeve was pleased by one moan, the almost continual moan that the massage he was giving would likely elate him; especially as it's obvious he's actually enjoying it, and not playing at anything.

Reeve continues sucking on Rufus's ear for a while, even though his fingers slip from the man. So yes, he does know that there is pleasure from that act as well. Somehow he wouldn't have expected Rufus to be so vocal. But it's a nice benefit. He does, though, have to abandon this attention given he's got to pull away from Rufus. Enough for him to actually get more than his fingers involved in the act of pleasing Rufus.

"You ready?"

It's a bit of a shame when the fingers are removed, but the fact the sensation at his earlobe remains at least keeps him from pouting too much. So does the offer implied in the question.

Nails scratch gently along Reeve's back, Rufus shifting his upper body a bit so he can get near Reeve's lips. "May I have a kiss, first?"

A kiss? Oh yes, he can spare that. And there is a look on his face that says he's a bit shocked by the request. Doesn't mean he's not pleased to lean in and cease those lips with another one of those tender kisses that are meant to leave a man hungry. After delivering it he pulls back, just close enough that no doubt Rufus could still feel his breath.

"Sufficient?"

"Not really." This time he does pout a little bit, sticking his tongue out to lick Reeve's lips before he speaks again. "I think we can manage more of those later, though... You have other things you want to do right now, yeah?"

"Not really? I think we can do better than that, then," Reeve answers, leaning down to steal those lips again, the next few kisses deeper and burning a bit more. Perhaps it would be easier to satisfy Rufus's fixation with his lips like this. Once that's done he smiles. Yes, there are other things he wants, and he intends to have those as well. Takes all of a moment to get lotion on himself to make this pleasant for them both, before positioning himself and pushing in, just to allow him to sink into Rufus. Very nice.

"Don't suppose I can get that leg back around me now."

Rufus enjoys the extra kisses immensely, allowing himself relax into them as long as they go on, and keeping that relaxed mood when Reeve pressed in. But only until then.

Even as he answers the remark by getting his legs properly wrapped around the dark-haired man, he waits for him to be properly sheathed before tightening his muscles around him just long enough to give the man a thrill, before relaxing once more.

The tightness does earn a moan, but Reeve mostly laughs after.

"Too much of that and you'll be sore in the morning," Reeve chides him lightly. "Wait on that."

With that he does offer a slow pull out and thrust back in. And through all of this, his hand hasn't even paused on Rufus's length. Pleasing him is the goal, after all.

Rufus smirks a little, very much in the fashion Reeve is used to, but even though it looks like he might say something, he doesn't. Only lets Reeve do as he pleases, moaning softly at the little thrust.

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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...